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Better not to be at all Than not to be noble.
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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Wearing the white flower of a blameless life, Before a thousand peering littlenesses, In that fierce light which beats upon a throne, And blackens every blot.
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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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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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I envy not in any moods The captive void of noble rage, The linnet born within the cage, That never knew the summer woods.
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This truth within thy mind rehearse, That in a boundless universe Is boundless better, boundless worse.
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For every worm beneath the moon Draws different threads, and late and soon Spins, toiling out his own cocoon.
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The year is dying in the night.
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Red of the Dawn Is it turning a fainter red? so be it, but when shall we lay The ghost of the Brute that is walking and hammering us yet and be free?
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I stood on a tower in the wet, And New Year and Old Year met, And winds were roaring and blowing: And I said, O years, that meet in tears, Have ye aught that is worth the knowing? Science enough and exploring, Wanderers coming and going, Matter enough for deploring, But aught that is worth the knowing?
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God's finger touched him, and he slept.
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By blood a king, in heart a clown.
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Strong Son of God, immortal Love, Whom we, that have not seen thy face, By faith, and faith alone, embrace, Believing where we cannot prove.
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The wild swan's death-hymn took the soul Of that waste place with joy Hidden in sorrow: at first to the ear The warble was low, and full and clear.
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Behold, we know not anything I can but trust that good shall fall At last-far off-at last, to all, And every winter change to spring.
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The same words conceal and declare the thoughts of men.
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...and our spirits rushed together at the touching of the lips.
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And Thought leapt out to wed with Thought Ere Thought could wed itself with Speech.
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