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Blow trumpet, for the world is white with May.
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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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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Better not to be at all Than not to be noble.
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How dull it is to pause, to make an end, to rust unburnished, not to shine in use! As though to breathe were life.
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Willows whiten, aspens quiver, little breezes dusk and shiver, thro' the wave that runs forever by the island in the river, flowing down to Camelot. Four gray walls and four gray towers, overlook a space of flowers, and the silent isle imbowers, the Lady of Shalott.
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Old men must die, or the world would grow mouldy, would only breed the past again.
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Full knee-deep lies the winter snow, And the winter winds are wearily sighing: Toll ye the church bell sad and slow, And tread softly and speak low, For the old year lies a-dying. Old year you must not die You came to us so readily, You lived with us so steadily, Old year you shall not die.
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Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred.
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Here at the quiet limit of the world.
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This truth within thy mind rehearse, That in a boundless universe Is boundless better, boundless worse.
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We love but while we may And therefore is my love so large for thee, Seeing it is not bounded save by love.
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