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Tis held that sorrow makes us wise.
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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The happiness of a man in this life does not consist in the absence but in the mastery of his passions.
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The splendour falls on castle walls And snowy summits old in story: The long light shakes across the lakes, And the wild cataract leaps in glory. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, Blow, bugle answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
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The dream Dreamed by a happy man, when the dark East, Unseen, is brightening to his bridal morn.
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Jewels five-words-long, That on the stretch'd forefinger of all Time Sparkle forever.
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We love but while we may And therefore is my love so large for thee, Seeing it is not bounded save by love.
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Not once or twice in our rough island story, The path of duty was the way to glory.
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Attain the unattainable.
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O love, O fire! once he drew With one long kiss my whole soul through My lips, as sunlight drinketh dew.
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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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Tho' much is taken, much abides.
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Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred.
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But what am I? An infant crying in the night: An infant crying for the light: And with no language but a cry.
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In the long years liker they must grow The man be more of woman, she of man.
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As the husband is the wife is thou art mated with a clown, As the grossness of his nature will have weight to drag thee down.
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O Love! they die in yon rich sky, They faint on hill or field or river: Our echoes roll from soul to soul, And grow forever and forever. Blow, bugle, blow! set the wild echoes flying! And answer, echoes, answer! dying, dying, dying.
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For this alone on Death I wreak The wrath that garners in my heart: He put our lives so far apart We cannot hear each other speak.
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I stood on a tower in the wet, And New Year and Old Year met, And winds were roaring and blowing: And I said, O years, that meet in tears, Have ye aught that is worth the knowing? Science enough and exploring, Wanderers coming and going, Matter enough for deploring, But aught that is worth the knowing?
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Love lieth deep Love dwells not in lip-depths.
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All night have the roses heard The flute, violin, bassoon All night has the casement jessamine stirr'd To the dancers dancing in tune Till a silence fell with the waking bird, And a hush with the setting moon.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
Whate'er thy joys, they vanish with the day: Whate'er thy griefs, in sleep they fade away, To sleep! to sleep! Sleep, mournful heart, and let the past be past: Sleep, happy soul, all life will sleep at last.
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