Alfred Tennyson

England
6 Aug 1809 // 6 Oct 1892
Poeta

Do we indeed desire the dead
Should still be near us at our side ?
Is there no baseness we would hide ?
No inner vileness that we dread ?

How many a father have I seen
A sober man, among his boys
Whose youth was full of foolish noise.


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On Anger: "For every minute you remain angry, you give up sixty seconds of peace of mind."
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