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O earth, what changes hast thou seen!
Alfred Lord Tennyson
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God's finger touched him, and he slept.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
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It is hard to wive and thrive both in a year.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
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Blow trumpet, for the world is white with May.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
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A day may sink or save a realm.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
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Love is the only gold.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
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The woods decay, the woods decay and fall.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
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Wearing all that weight Of learning lightly like a flower.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
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Yonder cloud That rises upward always higher, And onward drags a laboring breast, And topples round the dreary west, A looming bastion fringed with fire.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
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Like a dog, he hunts in dreams.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
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He that shuts love out, in turn shall be Shut out from love, and on her threshold lie, Howling in outer darkness.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
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Let the great world spin for ever down the ringing grooves of change.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
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Sin is too stupid to see beyond itself.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
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A lie which is half a truth is ever the blackest of lies.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
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A smile abroad is often a scowl at home.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
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Tis not too late to seek a newer world.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
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And out of darkness came the hands that reach thro' nature, moulding men.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
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Dreams are true while they last, and do we not live in dreams?
Alfred Lord Tennyson
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Nature is one with rapine, a harm no preacher can heal; The Mayfly is torn by the swallow, the sparrow speared by the shrike, And the whole little wood where I sit is a world of plunder and prey.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
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There lives more faith in honest doubt, believe me, than in half the creeds.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
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I am a part of all that I have met.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
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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.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
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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.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
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Shape your heart to front the hour, but dream not that the hours will last.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
