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A beam in darkness: let it grow.
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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But the churchmen fain would kill their church, As the churches have kill'd their Christ.
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Faith lives in honest doubt.
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The same words conceal and declare the thoughts of men.
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Better not be at all than not be noble.
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Who loves not Knowledge? Who shall rail Against her beauty? May she mix With men and prosper! Who shall fix Her pillars? Let her work prevail.
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Knowledge comes, but wisdom lingers.
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A life of nothing's nothing worth, From that first nothing ere his birth, To that last nothing under earth.
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Love took up the harp of Life, and smote on all the chords with might Smote the chord of Self, that, trembling, passed in music out of sight.
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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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O son, thou hast not true humility, The highest virtue, mother of them all But her thou hast not know for what is this? Thou thoughtest of thy prowess and thy sins Thou hast not lost thyself to save thyself.
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...and our spirits rushed together at the touching of the lips.
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Sleep sweetly, tender heart, in peaceSleep, holy spirit, blessed soul,While the stars burn, the moons increase,And the great ages onward roll. Sleep till the end, true soul and sweet. Nothing comes to thee new or strange. Sleep full of rest from head to feetLie still, dry dust, secure of change.
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Wearing the white flower of a blameless life, Before a thousand peering littlenesses, In that fierce light which beats upon a throne, And blackens every blot.
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She hath no loyal knight and true, The Lady of Shalott.
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This barren verbiage, current among men, Light coin, the tinsel clink of compliment.
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Gorgonised me from head to foot With a stony British stare.
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Our hoard is little, but our hearts are great.
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That man's the true Conservative who lops the moldered branch away.
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Nature is one with rapine, a harm no preacher can heal The Mayfly is torn by the swallow, the sparrow speared by the shrike, And the whole little wood where I sit is a world of plunder and prey.
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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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