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And oft I heard the tender dove In firry woodlands making moan.
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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My life has crept so long on a broken wing Through cells of madness, haunts of horror and fear, That I come to be grateful at last for a little thing.
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And what delights can equal those That stir the spirit's inner deeps, When one that loves but knows not, reaps A truth from one that loves and knows?
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Man's word is God in man.
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Cleave ever to the sunnier side of doubt.
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Cast all your cares on God that anchor holds.
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Love's too precious to be lost, A little grain shall not be spilt.
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You may tell me that my hand and foot are only imaginary symbols of my existence. I could believe you, but you never, never can convince me that the I is not an eternal reality, and that the spiritual is not the true and real part of me.
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Come, my friends Tis not too late to seek a newer world Push off, and sitting well in order smite The sounding furrows for my purpose holds To sail beyond the sunset and the baths Of all the western stars, until I die
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The Lord let the house of a brute to the soul of a man, And the man said, Am I your debtor? And the Lord--Not yet: but make it as clean as you can, And then I will let you a better.
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Through the ages one increasing purpose runs.
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And so the Word had breath, and wrought With human hands the creed of creeds In loveliness of perfect deeds, More strong than all poetic thoughts Which he may read that binds the sheaf, Or builds the house, or digs the grave, And those wild eyes that watch the waves In roarings round the coral reef.
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He that wrongs a friend Wrongs himself more, and ever bears about A silent court of justice in his breast, Himself the judge and jury, and himself The prisoner at the bar ever condemned.
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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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A simple maiden in her flower, Is worth a hundred coats of arms.
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I loved you, and my love had no return, And therefore my true love has been my death.
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Though thou wert scattered to the wind, Yet is there plenty of the kind.
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Courtesy wins woman all as well. As valor may, but he that closes both is perfect.
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Self-reverence, self-knowledge, self-control these three alone lead one to sovereign power.
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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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