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What's up is faith, what's down is heresy.
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 waited for the train at Coventry I hung with grooms and porters on the bridge, To watch the three tall spires and there I shaped The city's ancient legend into this.
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In the afternoon they came unto a land In which it seemed always afternoon. All round the coast the languid air did swoon, Breathing like one that hath a weary dream.
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And common is the commonplace, And vacant chaff well meant for grain.
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Cricket, however, has more in it than mere efficiency. There is something called the spirit of cricket, which cannot be defined.
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Lo! sweeten'd with the summer light, The full-juiced apple, waxing over-mellow, Drops in a silent autumn night. All its allotted length of days The flower ripens in its place, Ripens and fades, and falls, and hath no toil, Fast-rooted in the fruitful soil.
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Jewels five-words-long, That on the stretch'd forefinger of all Time Sparkle forever.
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Ah, why Should life all labour be?
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Our echoes roll from soul to soul, And grow for ever and for ever.
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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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A lie that is half-truth is the darkest of all lies.
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Her eyes are homes of silent prayers.
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The smell of violets, hidden in the green, Pour'd back into my empty soul and frame The times when I remembered to have been Joyful and free from blame.
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Authority forgets a dying king.
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An English homegrey twilight poured On dewy pasture, dewy trees, Softer than sleepall things in order stored, A haunt of ancient Peace.
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The year is dying in the night.
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Thoroughly to believe in one's own self, so one's self were thorough, were to do great things.
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And sometimes through the mirror blue The knights come riding two and two.
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I cannot rest from travel I will drink Life to the lees.
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It is hard to wive and thrive both in a year.
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The passionate heart of the poet is whirled into folly and vice.
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