Alfred Tennyson

6 Aug 1809 // 6 Oct 1892


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O damned vacillating state!

Supposed Confessions

Like a dog, he hunts in dreams.
My mind is clouded with a doubt.

He seems to near and yet so far.

In Memoriam
Believing where we cannot prove.

In Memoriam

Be near me when my light is low.

In Memoriam

Across the walnuts and the wine.

The Miller's Daughter

How fares it with the happy dead?

In Memoriam
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