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A doubtful throne is ice on summer seas.
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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Men at most differ as Heaven and Earth, but women, worst and best, as Heaven and Hell.
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I do but sing because I must and pipe but as the linnets sing.
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Who is this? And what is here? And in the lighted palace near Died the sound of royal cheer And they crossed themselves for fear, All the Knights at Camelot But Lancelot mused a little space He said, She has a lovely face God in his mercy lend her grace, The Lady of Shalott.
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Tho' much is taken, much abides.
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The voice of the dead was a living voice to me.
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She hath no loyal knight and true, The Lady of Shalott.
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There she weaves by night and day, A magic web with colors gay. She has heard a whisper say, A curse is on her if she stay, To look down to Camelot. She knows not what the curse may be, And so she weaveth steadily, And little other care hath she, The Lady of Shalott.
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Sleep sweetly, tender heart, in peaceSleep, holy spirit, blessed soul,While the stars burn, the moons increase,And the great ages onward roll. Sleep till the end, true soul and sweet. Nothing comes to thee new or strange. Sleep full of rest from head to feetLie still, dry dust, secure of change.
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How dull it is to pause, to make an end, to rust unburnished, not to shine in use! As though to breathe were life.
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O Love! what hours were thine and mine, In lands of palm and southern pine In lands of palm, of orange-blossom, Of olive, aloe, and maize and vine!
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The woman is so hard Upon the woman.
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So sad, so fresh the days that are no more.
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