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This round of green, this orb of flame, Fantastic beauty such as lurks In some wild poet, when he works Without a conscience or an aim.

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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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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And on her lover's arm she leant, And round her waist she felt it fold, And far across the hills they went In that new world which is the old.
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Jewels five-words-long, That on the stretch'd forefinger of all Time Sparkle forever.
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Ring out the old, ring in the new, Ring, happy bells, across the snow: The year is going, let him go Ring out the false, ring in the true.
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My purpose holds to sail beyond the sunset and the baths of all the Western stars until I die.
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Better not be at all than not be noble.
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The sin That neither God nor man can well forgive.
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I am a part of all that I have met.
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But the tender grace of a day that is dead Will never come back to me.
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Come, Time, and teach me many years, I do not suffer in dream For now so strange do these things seem, Mine eyes have leisure for their tears.
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Hope Smiles from the threshold of the year to come, Whispering 'it will be happier'.
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A doubtful throne is ice on summer seas.
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Willows whiten, aspens quiver, Little breezes dusk and shiver.
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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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I wind about, and in and out, - With here a blossom sailing, - And here and there a lusty trout, - And here and there a grayling.
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We are ancients of the earth, And in the morning of the times.
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Thoroughly to believe in one's own self, so one's self were thorough, were to do great things.
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The greater man the greater courtesy.
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