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I thought I could not breathe in that fine air That pure severity of perfect light I yearned for warmth and colour which I found In Lancelot.
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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Evolution ever climbing after some ideal good, And Reversion ever dragging Evolution in the mud.
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Blow trumpet, for the world is white with May.
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