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Faith lives in honest doubt.
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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As she fled fast through sun and shade The happy winds upon her play'd, Blowing the ringlet from the braid.
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And blessings on the falling out That all the more endears, When we fall out with those we love And kiss again with tears!
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Here about the beach I wandered, nourishing a youth sublime With the fairy tales of science, and the long result of Time.
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Ah, why Should life all labour be?
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Our echoes roll from soul to soul, And grow for ever and for ever.
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What was once to me mere matter of the fancy now has grown the vast necessity of heart and life.
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For this alone on Death I wreak The wrath that garners in my heart: He put our lives so far apart We cannot hear each other speak.
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Theirs is not to make reply: Theirs is not to reason why: Theirs is but to do and die.
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Ring out the old, ring in the new, Ring, happy bells, across the snow: The year is going, let him go Ring out the false, ring in the true.
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O son, thou hast not true humility, The highest virtue, mother of them all But her thou hast not know for what is this? Thou thoughtest of thy prowess and thy sins Thou hast not lost thyself to save thyself.
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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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Wearing the white flower of a blameless life, Before a thousand peering littlenesses, In that fierce light which beats upon a throne, And blackens every blot.
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Sweet is every sound, Sweeter thy voice, but every sound is sweet Myriads of rivulets hurrying thro' the lawn, The moans of doves in immemorial elms, And murmuring of innumerable bees.
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What's up is faith, what's down is heresy.
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My mind is clouded with a doubt.
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God gives us love! Something to love He lends us but when love is grown To ripeness, that on which it throve Falls off, and love is left alone: This is the curse of time.
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And by the meadow-trenches blow the faint sweet cuckoo-flowers.
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...and our spirits rushed together at the touching of the lips.
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The long mechanic pacings to and fro, The set, gray life, and apathetic end.
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