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• With prudes for proctors, dowagers for deans, And sweet girl-graduates in their golden hair.

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• Man is the hunter; woman is his game: The 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.

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• A classic lecture, rich in sentiment, With scraps of thundrous Epic lilted out By violet-hooded Doctors, elegies And quoted odes, and jewels five-words-long, That on the stretched forefinger of all Time Sparkle for ever.

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• The woman is so hard Upon the woman.

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• And blessings on the falling out That all the more endears, When we fall out with those we love And kiss again with tears!

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• O hark, O hear! how thin and clear And thinner, clearer, farther going! O sweet and far from cliff and scar The horns of Elfland faintly blowing! Blow, let us hear the purple glens replying: Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.

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• Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tears from the depth of some divine despair Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes, In looking on the happy autumn-fields, And thinking of the days that are no more.

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• O tell her, Swallow that thy brood is flown: Say to her, I do but wanton in the South, But in the North long since my nest is made.

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• O love, they die in yon rich sky, They faint on hill or field or river: Our echoes roll from soul to soul, And grow for ever and for ever.

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• So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more.

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• Home they brought her warrior dead. She nor swooned, nor uttered cry: All her maidens, watching said, ‘She must weep or she will die.’

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• Come down, O maid, from yonder mountain height: What pleasure lives in height?

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• For love is of the valley, come thou down And find him; by the happy threshold, he, Or hand in hand with Plenty in the maize, Or red with spirited purple of the vats, Or fox like in the vine; nor cares to walk With Death and Morning on the silver horns.

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• Sweet is every sound, Sweeter thy voice, but every sound is sweet; Myriads of rivulets hurrying through the lawn, The moan of doves in immemorial elms, With murmuring of innumerable bees.

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• Strong Son of God, immortal Love, Whom we, that have not seen thy face, By faith, and faith alone, embrace, Believing where we cannot prove.

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• Thou madest man, he knows not why, He thinks he was not made to die; And thou hast made him: thou art just.

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• And common is the commonplace, And vacant chaff well meant for grain.

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• Let knowledge grow from more to more, But more of reverence in us dwell; That mind and soul, according well, May make one music as before.

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• Our little systems have their day; They have their day and cease to be; They are but broken lights of thee, And thou, O Lord, art more than they.

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• Dark house, by which once more I stand Here in the long unlovely street, Doors, where my heart was used to beat So quickly, waiting for a hand.

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Alfred Tennyson (87)

Birth:	6th August, 1809
Death:	6th October, 1892
Nationality:	British
Profession:	Poet

About

Alfred Tennyson was Poet Laureate of Great Britain and Ireland during much of Queen Victoria's reign and remains one of the most popular British poets. Tennyson excelled at penning short lyrics, such as "Break, Break, Break", "The Charge of the Light Brigade", "Tears, Idle Tears" and "Crossing the Bar". He is the ninth most frequently quoted writer in The Oxford Dictionary of Quotations. Tennyson was first a student of Louth Grammar School for four years and then attended Scaitcliffe School, Englefield Green and King Edward VI Grammar School, Louth. He entered Trinity College, Cambridge, in 1827. In 1829, Tennyson was awarded the Chancellor's Gold Medal at Cambridge for one of his first pieces, "Timbuctoo". He published his first solo collection of poems, Poems Chiefly Lyrical in 1830.

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