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The bearing and the training of a child Is woman's wisdom.
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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Love lieth deep Love dwells not in lip-depths.
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My mind is clouded with a doubt.
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And o'er the hills, and far away Beyond their utmost purple rim, Beyond the night, across the day, Thro' all the world she follow'd him.
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The night comes on that knows not morn, When I shall cease to be all alone, To live forgotten, and love forlorn.
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What the sunshine is to the flower, the Lord Jesus Christ is to my soul.
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France had shown a light to all men, preached a Gospel, all men's good Celtic Demos rose a Demon, shriek'd and slaked the light with blood.
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The woods decay, the woods decay and fall.
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Beauty and anguish walking hand in hand the downward slope to death.
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Ours not to reason why, ours but to do and die.
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Who trusted God was love indeed And love Creation's final law Though Nature, red in tooth and claw With ravine, shrieked against his creed.
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The woods decay, the woods decay and fall, The vapours weep their burthen to the ground, Man comes and tills the field and lies beneath, And after many summer dies the swan. Me only cruel immortality Consumes: I wither slowly in thine arms, Here at the quiet limit of the world.
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I falter where I firmly trod, And falling with my weight of cares Upon the great world's altar-stairs That slope thro' darkness up to God, I stretch lame hands of faith, and grope, And gather dust and chaff, and call To what I feel is Lord of all, And faintly trust the larger hope.
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God's finger touched him, and he slept.
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Cricket, however, has more in it than mere efficiency. There is something called the spirit of cricket, which cannot be defined.
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Nature, so far as in her lies, imitates God.
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the shell must break before the bird can fly.
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Though much is taken, much abides and though We are not now that strength which in old days Moved earth and heaven, that which we are, we are One equal temper of heroic hearts, Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.
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Guard your roving thoughts with a jealous care, for speech is but the dialer of thoughts, and every fool can plainly read in your words what is the hour of your thoughts.
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Faith and unfaith can ne'er be equal powers Unfaith is aught is want of faith in all.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
This barren verbiage, current among men, Light coin, the tinsel clink of compliment.
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