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If Nature put not forth her power About the opening of the flower, Who is it that could live an hour?
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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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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I will take some savage woman, she shall rear my dusky race.
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God and Nature met in light.
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Oh yet we trust that somehow good will be the final goal of ill!
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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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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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So many worlds, so much to do, so little done, such things to be.
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And sometimes through the mirror blue The knights come riding two and two.
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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 voice of the dead was a living voice to me.
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That man's the true Conservative who lops the moldered branch away.
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The mirror crack'd from side to side The curse has come upon me, cried The Lady of Shalott
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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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The long mechanic pacings to and fro, The set, gray life, and apathetic end.
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All night have the roses heard The flute, violin, bassoon All night has the casement jessamine stirr'd To the dancers dancing in tune Till a silence fell with the waking bird, And a hush with the setting moon.
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