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In the long years liker they must grow The man be more of woman, she of man.
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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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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Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tears from the depths of some devine despair Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes, In looking on the happy autumn fields, And thinking of the days that are no more.
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Tis not too late to seek a newer world.
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That which we are, we are, and if we are ever to be any better, now is the time to begin.
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Our hoard is little, but our hearts are great.
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In the Spring a livelier iris changes on the burnish'd dove In the Spring a young man's fancy lightly turns to thoughts of love.
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There lives more faith in honest doubt, believe me, than in half the creeds.
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Lo! sweeten'd with the summer light, The full-juiced apple, waxing over-mellow, Drops in a silent autumn night. All its allotted length of days The flower ripens in its place, Ripens and fades, and falls, and hath no toil, Fast-rooted in the fruitful soil.
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And out of darkness came the hands that reach through nature, moulding men.
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So now I have sworn to bury All this dead body of hate I feel so free and so clear By the loss of that dead weight
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A life of nothing's nothing worth, From that first nothing ere his birth, To that last nothing under earth.
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O son, thou hast not true humility, The highest virtue, mother of them all But her thou hast not know for what is this? Thou thoughtest of thy prowess and thy sins Thou hast not lost thyself to save thyself.
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So many worlds, so much to do, so little done, such things to be.
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Mastering the lawless science of our law,- that codeless myriad of precedent, that wilderness of single instances.
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Shall eagles not be eagles? wrens be wrens? If all the world were falcons, what of that? The wonder of the eagle were the less, But he not less the eagle.
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