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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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I remain Mistress of mine own self and mine own soul
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She left the web, she left the loom, She made three paces through the room, She saw the water-lily bloom, She saw the helmet and the plume, She look'd down to Camelot. Out flew the web and floated wide The mirror crack'd from side to side The curse is come upon me, cried The Lady of Shalott.
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Old age hath yet his honour and his toil.
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Tis held that sorrow makes us wise.
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Ah! well away! Seasons flower and fade.
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I will be deafer than the blue-eyed cat, And thrice as blind as any noonday owl, To holy virgins in their ecstasies.
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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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The long day wanes: the slow moon climbs: the deep Moans round with many voices. Come, my friends, Tis not too late to seek a newer world.
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Let the great world spin for ever down the ringing grooves of change.
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I know transplanted human worth will bloom to profit otherwhere.
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Behold, we know not anything I can but trust that good shall fall At last-far off-at last, to all, And every winter change to spring.
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As love, if love be perfect, casts out fear, so hate, if hate be perfect, casts out fear.
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Evolution ever climbing after some ideal good, And Reversion ever dragging Evolution in the mud.
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And the stately ships go on To their haven under the hill But O for the touch of a vanished hand, And the sound of a voice that is still!
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For I dipped into the future, far as human eye could see, Saw the Vision of the world, and all the wonder that would be.
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Oh good gray head which all men knew!
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A simple maiden in her flower, Is worth a hundred coats of arms.
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I came in haste with cursing breath, And heart of hardest steel But when I saw thee cold in death, I felt as man should feel. For when I look upon that face, That cold, unheeding, frigid brown, Where neither rage nor fear has place, By Heaven! I cannot hate thee now!
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Never, oh! never, nothing will die The stream flows, The wind blows, The cloud fleets, The heart beats, Nothing will die.
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He clasps the crag with crooked hands Close to the sun in lonely lands, Ringed with the azure world, he stands. The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls He watches from his mountain walls, And like a thunderbolt he falls.
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