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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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His honour rooted in dishonour stood, And faith unfaithful kept him falsely true.
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And ah for a man to arise in me, That the man I am may cease to be!
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Willows whiten, aspens quiver, Little breezes dusk and shiver.
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A pasty costly-made, Where quail and pigeon, lark and leveret lay, Like fossils of the rock, with golden yolks Imbedded and injellied.
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The long day wanes the slow moon climbs the deep.
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