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For it was in the golden prime Of good Haroun Alraschid.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
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Alfred Lord Tennyson
Age: 83 †
Born: 1809
Born: August 6
Died: 1892
Died: October 6
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Battering the gates of heaven with the storms of prayer.
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Love's too precious to be lost, A little grain shall not be spilt.
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Every man at time of Death, Would fain set forth some saying that may live After his death and better humankind For death gives life's last word a power to live, And, lie the stone-cut epitaph, remain After the vanished voice, and speak to men.
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He is all fault who has no fault at all.
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Men, my brothers, men the workers, ever reaping something new.
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For this is England's greatest son, He that gain'd a hundred fights, And never lost an English gun.
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Woman is the lesser man.
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I come from haunts of coot and hern, I make a sudden sally And sparkle out among the fern, To bicker down a valley.
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What is it all but a trouble of ants in the gleam of a million million of suns?
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The noonday quiet holds the hill.
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Every moment dies a man, Every moment one is born.
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Of happy men that have the power to die, And grassy barrows of the happier dead.
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Ah, why Should life all labour be?
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