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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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the shell must break before the bird can fly.
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And oft I heard the tender dove In firry woodlands making moan.
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So sad, so fresh the days that are no more.
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Science grows and Beauty dwindles.
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In the long years liker they must grow The man be more of woman, she of man.
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Half the night I waste in sighs, Half in dreams I sorrow after The delight of early skies In a wakeful dose I sorrow For the hand, the lips, the eyes, For the meeting of the morrow, The delight of happy laughter, The delight of low replies.
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The quiet sense of something lost
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The woods are hush'd, their music is no more The leaf is dead, the yearning past away New leaf, new life--the days of frost are o'er New life, new love, to suit the newer day: New loves are sweet as those that went before: Free love--free field--we love but while we may.
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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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Dead sounds at night come from the inmost hills. Like footsteps upon wool.
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My life has crept so long on a broken wing Through cells of madness, haunts of horror and fear, That I come to be grateful at last for a little thing.
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Sweet were the days when I was all unknown, But when my name was lifted up, the storm Brake on the mountain and I cared not for it. Right well know I that fame is half disfame.
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And was the day of my delight As pure and perfect as I say?
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Happy he With such a mother! faith in womankind Beats with his blood, and trust in all things high Comes easy to him and tho' he trip and fall, He shall not blind his soul with clay.
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Hope Smiles from the threshold of the year to come, Whispering 'it will be happier'.
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All precious things, discover'd late, To those that seek them issue forth, For love in sequel works with fate, And draws the veil from hidden worth.
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Man is man, and master of his fate.
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The same words conceal and declare the thoughts of men.
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A daughter of the gods, divinely tall, And most divinely fair.
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Better not to be at all Than not to be noble.
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