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A simple maiden in her flower, Is worth a hundred coats of arms.
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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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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Dead sounds at night come from the inmost hills. Like footsteps upon wool.
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A louse in the locks of literature.
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Cast all your cares on God that anchor holds.
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O mighty-mouthed inventor of harmonies, O skilled to sing of Time or Eternity, God-gifted organ-voice of England, Milton, a name to resound for ages.
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A still small voice spake unto me, 'Thou art so full of misery, Were it not better not to be?
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No rock so hard but that a little wave may beat admission in a thousand years.
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Come into the garden, Maud, For the black bat, night, has flown Come into the garden, Maud, I am here at the gate alone: And the woodbine spices are wafted abroad, And the musk of the rose is blown. For a breeze of morning moves, And the planet of Love is on high, Beginning to faint in the light that she loves On a bed of daffodil sky.
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Not wholly in the busy world, nor quite Beyond it, blooms the garden that I love. News from the humming city comes to it It sound of funeral or of marriage bells.
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Nor is he the wisest man who never proved himself a fool.
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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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