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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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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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The long day wanes: the slow moon climbs: the deep Moans round with many voices. Come, my friends, Tis not too late to seek a newer world.
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Battering the gates of heaven with the storms of prayer.
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The smell of violets, hidden in the green, Pour'd back into my empty soul and frame The times when I remembered to have been Joyful and free from blame.
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And what delights can equal those That stir the spirit's inner deeps, When one that loves but knows not, reaps A truth from one that loves and knows?
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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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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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One so small Who knowing nothing knows but to obey.
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It is the little rift within the lute That by and by will make the music mute, And ever widening slowly silence all.
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The passionate heart of the poet is whirled into folly and vice.
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Rich in saving common-sense, And, as the greatest only are, In his simplicity sublime.
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There sinks the nebulous star we call the sun.
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Men may come and men may go but I go on forever.
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Once in a golden hour, I cast to earth a seed, And up there grew a flower, That others called a weed.
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And others' follies teach us not, Nor much their wisdom teaches, And most, of sterling worth, is what Our own experience preaches.
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O Blackbird! sing me something well: While all the neighbors shoot thee round, I keep smooth plats of fruitful ground, Where thou may'st warble, eat and dwell.
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This barren verbiage, current among men, Light coin, the tinsel clink of compliment.
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And men, whose reason long was blind, From cells of madness unconfined, Oft lose whole years of darker mind.
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Shall love be blamed for want of faith?
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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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