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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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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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God gives us love! Something to love He lends us but when love is grown To ripeness, that on which it throve Falls off, and love is left alone: This is the curse of time.
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Words, like nature, half reveal and half conceal the soul within.
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There she weaves by night and day, A magic web with colors gay. She has heard a whisper say, A curse is on her if she stay, To look down to Camelot. She knows not what the curse may be, And so she weaveth steadily, And little other care hath she, The Lady of Shalott.
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Yet is there one true line, the pearl of pearls: Man dreams of Fame while woman wakes to love.
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I can't sleep without knowing there's hope. Half the night I waste in sighs. In a wakeful doze I sorrow. For the hands, for the lips... the eyes. For the meeting of tomorrow.
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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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Shall love be blamed for want of faith?
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And the sun went down, and the stars came out far over the summer sea, But never a moment ceased the fight of the one and the fifty-three.
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But the tender grace of a day that is dead Will never come back to me.
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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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Forgive! How many will say, forgive, and find a sort of absolution in the sound to hate a little longer!
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So dear a life your arms enfold, Whose crying is a cry for gold.
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How fares it with the happy dead?
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Who is wise in love, love most, say least.
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How many a father have I seen, A sober man, among his boys, Whose youth was full of foolish noise.
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Woman is the lesser man.
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Either sex alone is half itself.
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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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