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All things are taken from us, and become Portions and parcels of the dreadful past.
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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Sunset and evening star, And one clear call for me! And may there be no moaning of the bar When I put out to sea.
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For it was in the golden prime Of good Haroun Alraschid.
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Short swallow-flights of song, that dip Their wings in tears, and skim away.
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