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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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Love is the only gold.
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The wind sounds like a silver wire, And from beyond the noon a fire Is pour'd upon the hills, and nigher The skies stoop down in their desire And, isled in sudden seas of light, My heart, pierced thro' with fierce delight, Bursts into blossom in his sight.
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Dowered with the hate of hate, the scorn of scorn, The love of love.
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Better not to be at all Than not to be noble.
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And this gray spirit yearning in desire To follow knowledge like a sinking star, Beyond the utmost bound of human thought.
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Love took up the harp of Life, and smote on all the chords with might Smote the chord of Self, that, trembling, passed in music out of sight.
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Like glimpses of forgotten dreams.
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There sinks the nebulous star we call the sun.
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But the churchmen fain would kill their church, As the churches have kill'd their Christ.
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Better not be at all than not be noble.
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O last regret, regret can die!
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Faith and unfaith can ne'er be equal powers Unfaith is aught is want of faith in all.
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Every man, for the sake of the great blessed Mother in Heaven, and for the love of his own little mother on earth, should handle all womankind gently, and hold them in all Honor.
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The white flower of a blameless life.
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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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For it was in the golden prime Of good Haroun Alraschid.
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Manners are not idle, but the fruit of loyal and of noble mind.
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A simple maiden in her flower, Is worth a hundred coats of arms.
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I grow in worth, and wit, and sense, Unboding critic-pen, Or that eternal want of pence, Which vexes public men.
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I am on fire within. There comes no murmur of reply. What is it that will take away my sin, And save me lest I die?
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