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Thoroughly to believe in one's own self, so one's self were thorough, were to do great things.
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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If I had a flower for every time I thought of you...I could walk through my garden forever.
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O love, O fire! once he drew With one long kiss my whole soul through My lips, as sunlight drinketh dew.
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The long day wanes the slow moon climbs the deep.
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We are self-uncertain creatures, and we may Yea, even when we know not, mix our spites And private hates with our defence of Heaven.
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O Love! what hours were thine and mine, In lands of palm and southern pine In lands of palm, of orange-blossom, Of olive, aloe, and maize and vine!
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So now I have sworn to bury All this dead body of hate I feel so free and so clear By the loss of that dead weight
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The passionate heart of the poet is whirled into folly and vice.
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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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By blood a king, in heart a clown.
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That loss is common would not make My own less bitter, rather more: Too common! Never morning wore To evening, but some heart did break.
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Tho' much is taken, much abides.
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Her court was pure, her life serene God gave her peace her land reposed A thousand claims to reverence closed.
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If I make dark my countenance, I shut my life from happier chance.
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