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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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All things are taken from us, and become Portions and parcels of the dreadful past.
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Yet is there one true line, the pearl of pearls: Man dreams of Fame while woman wakes to love.
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Whatever crazy sorrow saith, No life that breathes with human breath Has ever truly longed for death.
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Ring out the grief that saps the mind, for those that were here we see no more.
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She left the web, she left the loom, She made three paces through the room
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Better not to be at all Than not to be noble.
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'Tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.
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The many fail: the one succeeds.
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Rich in saving common-sense, And, as the greatest only are, In his simplicity sublime.
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O hark,O hear! how thin and clear And thinner, clearer, farther going! O sweet and far from cliff and scar The horns of Elfland faintly blowing! Blow, let us hear the purple glens replying: Blow, bugle answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
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And statesmen at her council met Who knew the seasons, when to take Occasion by the hand, and make The bounds of freedom wider yet.
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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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Fill the cup, and fill the can: Have a rouse before the morn: Every moment dies a man, Every moment one is born.
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Better not be at all than not be noble.
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I can't sleep without knowing there's hope. Half the night I waste in sighs. In a wakeful doze I sorrow. For the hands, for the lips... the eyes. For the meeting of tomorrow.
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I can't be anonymous by reason of your confounded photographs. (To Julia Margaret Cameron)
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I am half-sick of shadows,' said The Lady of Shalott.
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The greater man the greater courtesy.
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