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In words, like weeds, I'll wrap me o'er, Like coarsest clothes against the cold.
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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Men at most differ as Heaven and Earth, but women, worst and best, as Heaven and Hell.
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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Blow trumpet, for the world is white with May.
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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Wearing all that weight Of learning lightly like a flower.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
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A day may sink or save a realm.
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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Like a dog, he hunts 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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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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What was once to me mere matter of the fancy now has grown the vast necessity of heart and life.
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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The quiet sense of something lost.
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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Sin is too stupid to see beyond itself.
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
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Let the great world spin for ever down the ringing grooves of change.
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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And out of darkness came the hands that reach thro' nature, moulding men.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
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And common is the commonplace, And vacant chaff well meant for grain.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
