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God made thee good as thou art beautiful.
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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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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Is there evil but on earth? Or pain in every peopled sphere? Well, be grateful for the sounding watchword Evolution here.
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And ah for a man to arise in me, That the man I am may cease to be!
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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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What was once to me mere matter of the fancy now has grown the vast necessity of heart and life.
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Who loves not Knowledge? Who shall rail Against her beauty? May she mix With men and prosper! Who shall fix Her pillars? Let her work prevail.
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We cannot be kind to each other here for even an hour. We whisper, and hint, and chuckle and grin at our brother's shame however you take it we men are a little breed.
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For now the poet cannot die, Nor leave his music as of old, But round him ere he scarce be cold Begins the scandal and the cry.
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A truth looks freshest in the fashions of the day.
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There sinks the nebulous star we call the sun.
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A louse in the locks of literature.
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The noonday quiet holds the hill.
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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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Nor is he the wisest man who never proved himself a fool.
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Oh for someone with a heart, head and hand. Whatever they call them, what do I care, aristocrat, democrat, autocrat, just be it one that can rule and dare not lie.
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Name and fame! to fly sublime Through the courts, the camps, the schools Is to be the ball of Time, Bandied in the hands of fools.
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Sweet is true love, though given in vain.
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