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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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Nor at all can tell Whether I mean this day to end myself, Or lend an ear to Plato where he says, That men like soldiers may not quit the post Allotted by the Gods.
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Battering the gates of heaven with the storms of prayer.
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I heard no longer The snowy-banded, dilettante, Delicate-handed priest intone.
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Science grows and Beauty dwindles.
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Music that gentlier on the spirit lies, Than tired eyelids upon tired eyes.
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The woman's cause is man's. They rise or sink Together. / Dwarf'd or godlike, bound or free miserable, / How shall men grow? - Let her be / All that not harms distinctive womanhood.
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There rolls the deep where grew the tree. O earth, what changes hast thou seen! There where the long street roars, hath been The stillness of the central sea. The hills are shadows, and they flow From form to form, and nothing stands They melt like mist, the solid lands, Like clouds they shape themselves and go.
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Let the great world spin for ever down the ringing grooves of change.
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All things are taken from us, and become Portions and parcels of the dreadful past.
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Oh yet we trust that somehow good will be the final goal of ill!
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Shall it not be scorn to me to harp on such a moulder'd string? I am shamed through all my nature to have lov'd so slight a thing.
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Pray for my soul. More things are wrought by prayer Than this world dreams of: Wherefore, let they voice, Rise like a fountain for me night and day.
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And wheresoe'er thou move, good luck Shall fling her old shoe after.
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Of love that never found his earthly close, What sequel? Streaming eyes and breaking hearts Or all the same as if he had not been?
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I will be deafer than the blue-eyed cat, And thrice as blind as any noonday owl, To holy virgins in their ecstasies.
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