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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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How dull it is to pause, to make an end, to rust unburnished, not to shine in use! As though to breathe were life.
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Sweet is every sound, Sweeter thy voice, but every sound is sweet Myriads of rivulets hurrying thro' the lawn, The moans of doves in immemorial elms, And murmuring of innumerable bees.
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I know that age to age succeeds, Blowing a noise of tongues and deeds, A dust of systems and of creeds.
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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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Do we indeed desire the dead Should still be near us at our side ? Is there no baseness we would hide ? No inner vileness that we dread ? How many a father have I seen A sober man, among his boys Whose youth was full of foolish noise.
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Old age hath yet his honour and his toil.
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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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I have led her home, my love, my only friend. There is none like her, none, And never yet so warmly ran my blood, And sweetly, on and on Calming itself to the long-wished for end, Full to the banks, close on the prom- ised good.
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The woman is so hard Upon the woman.
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The year is dying in the night.
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A simple maiden in her flower, Is worth a hundred coats of arms.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
Sweet is true love, though given in vain.
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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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A truth looks freshest in the fashions of the day.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
He makes no friend who never made a foe.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
Trust me not at all, or all in all.
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Let observation with extended observation observe extensively.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
There twice a day the Severn fills The salt sea-water passes by, And hushes half the babbling Wye, And makes a silence in the hills.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
Men, my brothers, men the workers, ever reaping something new.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
The mirror crack'd from side to side The curse has come upon me, cried The Lady of Shalott
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