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He is all fault who has no fault at all.
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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Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred.
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Sunset and evening star, And one clear call for me! And may there be no moaning of the bar When I put out to sea.
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The vow that binds too strictly snaps itself.
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What rights are those that dare not resist for them?
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He will hold thee, when his passion shall have spent its novel force, Something better than his dog, a little dearer than his horse.
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Through the ages one increasing purpose runs.
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So dear a life your arms enfold, Whose crying is a cry for gold.
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Science grows and Beauty dwindles.
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Tis not too late to seek a newer world.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
And sometimes through the mirror blue The knights come riding two and two.
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if you don't concentrate on what you are doing then the thing that you are doing is not what you are thinking.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
We cannot be kind to each other here for even an hour. We whisper, and hint, and chuckle and grin at our brother's shame however you take it we men are a little breed.
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I am going a long way With these thou seëst-if indeed I go (For all my mind is clouded with a doubt)- To the island-valley of Avilion, Where falls not hail or rain or any snow, Nor ever wind blows loudly but it lies Deep-meadow'd, happy, fair with orchard lawns And bowery hollows crown'd with summer sea, Where I will heal me of my grievous wound.
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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.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
What! I should call on that Infinite Love that has served us so well? Infinite cruelty rather, that made everlasting hell, Made us, foreknew us, foredoom'd us, and does what he will with his own Better our dead brute mother who never has heard us groan.
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For this alone on Death I wreak The wrath that garners in my heart: He put our lives so far apart We cannot hear each other speak.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
The last great Englishman is low.
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Half a league, half a league, Half a league onward, All in the valley of Death Rode the six hundred.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
Oh for someone with a heart, head and hand. Whatever they call them, what do I care, aristocrat, democrat, autocrat, just be it one that can rule and dare not lie.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
My purpose holds to sail beyond the sunset and the baths of all the Western stars until I die.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
