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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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Hope Smiles from the threshold of the year to come, Whispering 'it will be happier'.
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Better fifty years of Europe than a cycle of Cathay.
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And wheresoe'er thou move, good luck Shall fling her old shoe after.
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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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The many fail: the one succeeds.
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Man is man, and master of his fate.
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Those who depend on the merits of their ancestors may be said to search in the roots of the tree for those fruits which the branches ought to produce.
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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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What is it all but a trouble of ants in the gleam of a million million of suns?
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But every page having an ample marge, And every marge enclosing in the midst A square of text that looks a little blot.
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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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And was the day of my delight As pure and perfect as I say?
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Jewels five-words-long, That on the stretch'd forefinger of all Time Sparkle forever.
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Woman is the lesser man, and all thy passions, match'd with mine, Are as moonlight unto sunlight, and as water unto wine.
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