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hope
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Come friends, it's not too late to seek a newer world.
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hope
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advice
encouragement
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The shell must break before the bird can fly.
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O love, O fire! once he dre
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literature
inspirational
elegant
emotional
moving
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Alfred Lord Tennyson |
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Half light, half shade, She stood, a sight to make an old man young.
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Alfred, Lord Tennyson |
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All the windy ways of men And is lightly laid again.
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Alfred, Lord Tennyson |
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But oh for the touch of a vanished hand, And the sound of a voice that is still!
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Alfred, Lord Tennyson |
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Where love could walk with banish'd Hope no more.
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Alfred, Lord Tennyson |
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More black than ash-buds in the front of March.
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Alfred, Lord Tennyson |
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We are ancients of the earth, And in the morning of the times.
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Alfred, Lord Tennyson |
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Insipid as the queen upon a card.
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Alfred, Lord Tennyson |
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So dear a life your arms enfold, Whose crying is a cry for gold.
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Alfred, Lord Tennyson |
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The golden guess Is morning-star to the full round of truth.
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Alfred, Lord Tennyson |
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A princelier-looking man never stept thro' a prince's hall.
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Alfred, Lord Tennyson |
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The song that nerves a nation's heart Is in itself a deed.
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Alfred, Lord Tennyson |
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Be patient. Our Playwright may show In some fifth act what this wild Drama means.
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Alfred, Lord Tennyson |
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In our windy world What's up is faith, what's down is heresy.
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Alfred, Lord Tennyson |
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A breath that fleets beyond this iron world And touches him who made it.
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Alfred, Lord Tennyson |
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Old men must die, or the world would grow mouldy, would only breed the past again.
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Alfred, Lord Tennyson |
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The night with sudden odour reeled; The southern stars a music pealed.
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Alfred, Lord Tennyson |
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A simple maiden in her flower Is worth a hundred coats-of-arms.
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Alfred, Lord Tennyson |
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Her manners had not that repose Which stamps the caste of Vere de Vere.
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Alfred, Lord Tennyson |
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In the afternoon they came unto a land In which it seemed always afternoon.
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Alfred, Lord Tennyson |
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There is no joy but calm!
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Alfred, Lord Tennyson |
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When every morning brought a noble chance, And every chance brought out a noble knight.
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Alfred, Lord Tennyson |
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That tower of strength Which stood four-square to all the winds that blew.
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Alfred, Lord Tennyson |
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And ah for a man to arise in me, That the man I am may cease to be!
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Alfred, Lord Tennyson |
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In statesmanship To strike too soon is oft to miss the blow.
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My lord, you know what Virgil sings-- Woman is various and most mutable.
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Alfred, Lord Tennyson |
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Come out, my lord, it is a world of fools.
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Alfred, Lord Tennyson |
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Unalterably and pesteringly fond.
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Alfred, Lord Tennyson |
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She with all the charm of woman, She with all the breadth of man.
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Alfred, Lord Tennyson |
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Charm us, orator, till the lion look no larger than the cat.
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Alfred, Lord Tennyson |
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Yet the moonlight is the sunlight and the sun himself will pass.
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Alfred, Lord Tennyson |
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Is there evil but on earth? or pain in every peopled sphere?
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Alfred, Lord Tennyson |
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Love will conquer at the last.
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Alfred, Lord Tennyson |
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Staled by frequence, shrunk by usage into commonest commonplace!
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Alfred, Lord Tennyson |
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Nor is he the wisest man who never proved himself a fool.
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