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We are ancients of the earth, And in the morning of the times.
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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Theirs is not to make reply: Theirs is not to reason why: Theirs is but to do and die.
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Pray for my soul. More things are wrought by prayer Than this world dreams of: Wherefore, let they voice, Rise like a fountain for me night and day.
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The golden guess is morning-star to the full round of truth.
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Ring out the old, ring in the new, Ring, happy bells, across the snow: The year is going, let him go Ring out the false, ring in the true.
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To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.
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Tis not your work, but Love's. Love, unperceived, A more ideal Artist he than all, Came, drew your pencil from you, made those eyes Darker than the darkest pansies, and that hair More black than ashbuds in the front of March.
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My purpose holds to sail beyond the sunset and the baths of all the Western stars until I die.
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Men, my brothers, men the workers, ever reaping something new.
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There is sweet music here that softer falls Than petals from blown roses on the grass.
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Any man that walks the mead In bud, or blade, or bloom, may find, According as his humors lead, A meaning suited to his mind.
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The long mechanic pacings to and fro, The set, gray life, and apathetic end.
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And Thought leapt out to wed with Thought Ere Thought could wed itself with Speech.
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For this is England's greatest son, He that gain'd a hundred fights, And never lost an English gun.
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Every moment dies a man, Every moment one is born.
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And sometimes through the mirror blue The knights come riding two and two.
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