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If I make dark my countenance, I shut my life from happier chance.
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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Live and lie reclined On the hills like Gods together, careless of mankind. For they lie beside their nectar, and the bolts are hurled Far below them in the valleys, and the clouds are lightly curled Round their golden houses, girdled with the gleaming world.
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Evolution ever climbing after some ideal good, And Reversion ever dragging Evolution in the mud.
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I heard no longer The snowy-banded, dilettante, Delicate-handed priest intone.
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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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Dead sounds at night come from the inmost hills. Like footsteps upon wool.
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Love's too precious to be lost, A little grain shall not be spilt.
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All things human change.
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I know that age to age succeeds, Blowing a noise of tongues and deeds, A dust of systems and of creeds.
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