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But every page having an ample marge, And every marge enclosing in the midst A square of text that looks a little blot.
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 experience is an arch wherethro' gleams that untraveled world whose margins fade forever and forever as we move.
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Half the night I waste in sighs, Half in dreams I sorrow after The delight of early skies In a wakeful dose I sorrow For the hand, the lips, the eyes, For the meeting of the morrow, The delight of happy laughter, The delight of low replies.
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It's better to have tried and failed than to live life wondering what would've happened if I had tried
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But the churchmen fain would kill their church, As the churches have kill'd their Christ.
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There twice a day the Severn fills The salt sea-water passes by, And hushes half the babbling Wye, And makes a silence in the hills.
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The song that nerves a nation's heart is in itself a deed.
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The woods decay, the woods decay and fall, The vapours weep their burthen to the ground, Man comes and tills the field and lies beneath, And after many summer dies the swan. Me only cruel immortality Consumes: I wither slowly in thine arms, Here at the quiet limit of the world.
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How fares it with the happy dead?
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You may tell me that my hand and foot are only imaginary symbols of my existence. I could believe you, but you never, never can convince me that the I is not an eternal reality, and that the spiritual is not the true and real part of me.
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The dirty nurse, Experience, in her kind Hath fouled me.
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Shall it not be scorn to me to harp on such a moulder'd string? I am shamed through all my nature to have lov'd so slight a thing.
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Ours is not to wonder why. Ours is just to do or die.
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There rolls the deep where grew the tree. O earth, what changes hast thou seen! There where the long street roars, hath been The stillness of the central sea. The hills are shadows, and they flow From form to form, and nothing stands They melt like mist, the solid lands, Like clouds they shape themselves and go.
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Nothing in Nature is unbeautiful.
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My purpose holds to sail beyond the sunset and the baths of all the Western stars until I die.
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I wind about, and in and out, - With here a blossom sailing, - And here and there a lusty trout, - And here and there a grayling.
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Like a dog, he hunts in dreams.
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Either sex alone is half itself.
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Blind and naked ignorance delivers brawling judgments, unashamed, on all things all day long
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Knowledge comes, but wisdom lingers.
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