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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.
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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This barren verbiage, current among men, Light coin, the tinsel clink of compliment.
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I do but sing because I must and pipe but as the linnets sing.
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