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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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With a little hoard of maxims preaching down a daughter's heart.
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Only reapers, reaping early In among the bearded barley, Hear a song that echoes cheerly From the river winding clearly, Down to towered Camelot.
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And was the day of my delight As pure and perfect as I say?
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Our little systems have their day They have their day and cease to be… And thou, O Lord, art more than they.
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Like glimpses of forgotten dreams.
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No rock so hard but that a little wave may beat admission in a thousand years.
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Weeded and worn the ancient thatch Upon the lonely moated grange.
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The wild swan's death-hymn took the soul Of that waste place with joy Hidden in sorrow: at first to the ear The warble was low, and full and clear.
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By shaping some august decree, Which kept her throne unshaken still, Broad-based upon her people's will, And compass'd by the inviolate sea.
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Love took up the harp of Life, and smote on all the chords with might Smote the chord of Self, that, trembling, passed in music out of sight.
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I found Him in the shining of the stars.
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No man ever got very high by pulling other people down. The intelligent merchant does not knock his competitors. The sensible worker does not work those who work with him. Don't knock your friends. Don't knock your enemies. Don't knock yourself.
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I grow in worth, and wit, and sense, Unboding critic-pen, Or that eternal want of pence, Which vexes public men.
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This barren verbiage, current among men, Light coin, the tinsel clink of compliment.
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