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Ah! well away! Seasons flower and fade.
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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Of happy men that have the power to die, And grassy barrows of the happier dead.
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A daughter of the gods, divinely tall, And most divinely fair.
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Old age hath yet his honour and his toil.
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Our echoes roll from soul to soul, And grow for ever and for ever.
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To me He is all fault who hath no fault at all: For who loves me must have a touch of earth.
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So sad, so fresh the days that are no more.
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I have led her home, my love, my only friend. There is none like her, none, And never yet so warmly ran my blood, And sweetly, on and on Calming itself to the long-wished for end, Full to the banks, close on the prom- ised good.
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She is coming, my own, my sweet Were it ever so airy a tread, My heart would hear her and beat, Were it earth in an earthly bed My dust would hear her and beat, Had I lain for a century dead Would start and tremble under her feet, And blossom in purple and red.
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Too much wit makes the world rotten.
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Oh that it were possible, After long grief and pain, To find the arms of my true love, Around me once again
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I hold it truth, with him who sings To one clear harp in divers tones, That men may rise on stepping-stones Of their dead selves to higher things.
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I am on fire within. There comes no murmur of reply. What is it that will take away my sin, And save me lest I die?
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What rights are those that dare not resist for them?
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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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I do but sing because I must and pipe but as the linnets sing.
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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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Lo! sweeten'd with the summer light, The full-juiced apple, waxing over-mellow, Drops in a silent autumn night. All its allotted length of days The flower ripens in its place, Ripens and fades, and falls, and hath no toil, Fast-rooted in the fruitful soil.
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