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Tis not your work, but Love's. Love, unperceived, A more ideal Artist he than all, Came, drew your pencil from you, made those eyes Darker than the darkest pansies, and that hair More black than ashbuds in the front of March.
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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Nor is it wiser to weep a true occasion lost, but trim our sails, and let old bygones be.
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Music that gentlier on the spirit lies, Than tired eyelids upon tired eyes.
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Come, Time, and teach me many years, I do not suffer in dream For now so strange do these things seem, Mine eyes have leisure for their tears.
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Man is man, and master of his fate.
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A sorrow's crown of sorrow is remembering happier times.
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The last great Englishman is low.
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As the husband is the wife is thou art mated with a clown, As the grossness of his nature will have weight to drag thee down.
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And the days darken round me, and the years, Among new men, strange faces, other minds.
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Through the ages one increasing purpose runs.
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Oh good gray head which all men knew!
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God made thee good as thou art beautiful.
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Earth is dry to the centre, But spring, a new comer, A spring rich and strange, Shall make the winds blow Round and round, Thro' and thro', Here and there, Till the air And the ground Shall be fill'd with life anew.
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A pasty costly-made, Where quail and pigeon, lark and leveret lay, Like fossils of the rock, with golden yolks Imbedded and injellied.
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But while I breathe Heaven's air and Heaven looks down on me, And smiles at my best meanings, I remain Mistress of mine own self and mine own soul.
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The Lord let the house of a brute to the soul of a man, And the man said, Am I your debtor? And the Lord--Not yet: but make it as clean as you can, And then I will let you a better.
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