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Man is the hunter; women are the game; those sleek and shining creatures of the chase. We hunt them for the beauty of their skins; they love us for it, and we ride them down.
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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O love, O fire! once he drew With one long kiss my whole soul through My lips, as sunlight drinketh dew.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
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In the long years liker they must grow; The man be more of woman, she of man.
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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Every man at time of Death, Would fain set forth some saying that may live After his death and better humankind; For death gives life's last word a power to live, And, lie the stone-cut epitaph, remain After the vanished voice, and speak to men.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
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For I dipped into the future, far as human eye could see, Saw the Vision of the world, and all the wonder that would be.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
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Ring out the old, ring in the new, Ring, happy bells, across the snow: The year is going, let him go; Ring out the false, ring in the true.
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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By blood a king, in heart a clown.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
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Every man, for the sake of the great blessed Mother in Heaven, and for the love of his own little mother on earth, should handle all womankind gently, and hold them in all Honor.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
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The time draws near the birth of Christ; The moon is hid; the night is still; The Christmas bells from hill to hill Answer each other in the mist.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
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And common is the commonplace, And vacant chaff well meant for grain.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
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The same words conceal and declare the thoughts of men.
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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The quiet sense of something lost.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
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The woman is so hard Upon the woman.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
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The shell must break before the bird can fly.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
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No man ever got very high by pulling other people down. The intelligent merchant does not knock his competitors. The sensible worker does not knock those who work with him. Don't knock your friends. Don't knock your enemies. Don't knock yourself.
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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The white flower of a blameless life.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
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I heard no longer The snowy-banded, dilettante, Delicate-handed priest intone.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
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And oft I heard the tender dove In firry woodlands making moan.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
