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One so small Who knowing nothing knows but to obey.
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 Love laps his wings on either side the heart Absorbing all the incense of sweet thoughts, So that they pass not to the shrine of sound.
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As the husband is the wife is thou art mated with a clown, As the grossness of his nature will have weight to drag thee down.
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Whatever crazy sorrow saith, No life that breathes with human breath Has ever truly longed for death.
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I grow in worth, and wit, and sense, Unboding critic-pen, Or that eternal want of pence, Which vexes public men.
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Music that gentlier on the spirit lies, Than tired eyelids upon tired eyes.
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Dead sounds at night come from the inmost hills. Like footsteps upon wool.
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So sad, so fresh the days that are no more.
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Ring out old shapes of foul disease, Ring out the narrowing lust of gold Ring out the thousand wars of old, Ring in the thousand years of peace.
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Sunset and evening star, And one clear call for me! And may there be no moaning of the bar When I put out to sea.
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Silence, beautiful voice.
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Follow the deer? Follow the Christ the King. Live pure, speak true,right wrong, Follow the King-- Else, wherefore born?
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Of old sat Freedom on the heights The thunders breaking at her feet: Above her shook the starry lights She heard the torrents meet.
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Ours is not to wonder why. Ours is just to do or die.
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All things are taken from us, and become Portions and parcels of the dreadful past.
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A sorrow's crown of sorrow is remembering happier times.
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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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Let knowledge grow from more to more, But more of reverence in us dwell That mind and soul, according well, May make one music as before, But vaster.
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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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And wheresoe'er thou move, good luck Shall fling her old shoe after.
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Happy days roll onward leading up to golden years.
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