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Those who depend on the merits of their ancestors may be said to search in the roots of the tree for those fruits which the branches ought to produce.
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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There rolls the deep where grew the tree. O earth, what changes hast thou seen! There where the long street roars, hath been The stillness of the central sea. The hills are shadows, and they flow From form to form, and nothing stands They melt like mist, the solid lands, Like clouds they shape themselves and go.
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And sometimes through the mirror blue The knights come riding two and two.
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But the churchmen fain would kill their church, As the churches have kill'd their Christ.
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A lie that is half-truth is the darkest of all lies.
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A doubtful throne is ice on summer seas.
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Our little systems have their day They have their day and cease to be… And thou, O Lord, art more than they.
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The wild swan's death-hymn took the soul Of that waste place with joy Hidden in sorrow: at first to the ear The warble was low, and full and clear.
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That which we are, we are.
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Silence, beautiful voice.
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There is always change, bad customs pass and give way to better ones.
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Mastering the lawless science of our law,- that codeless myriad of precedent, that wilderness of single instances.
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Full knee-deep lies the winter snow, And the winter winds are wearily sighing: Toll ye the church bell sad and slow, And tread softly and speak low, For the old year lies a-dying. Old year you must not die You came to us so readily, You lived with us so steadily, Old year you shall not die.
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I came in haste with cursing breath, And heart of hardest steel But when I saw thee cold in death, I felt as man should feel. For when I look upon that face, That cold, unheeding, frigid brown, Where neither rage nor fear has place, By Heaven! I cannot hate thee now!
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Though thou wert scattered to the wind, Yet is there plenty of the kind.
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Love lieth deep Love dwells not in lip-depths.
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And men, whose reason long was blind, From cells of madness unconfined, Oft lose whole years of darker mind.
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Who is wise in love, love most, say least.
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A lie which is half a truth is ever the blackest of lies.
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Ring out old shapes of foul disease, Ring out the narrowing lust of gold Ring out the thousand wars of old, Ring in the thousand years of peace.
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Once in a golden hour, I cast to earth a seed, And up there grew a flower, That others called a weed.
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