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It is unconceivable that the whole Universe was merely created for us who live in this third-rate planet of a third-rate moon. Alfred Lord Tennyson
Behold, we know not anything; I can but trust that good shall fall At last -- far off -- at last, to all, And every winter change to spring. Alfred Lord Tennyson
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And this gray spirit yearning in desire To follow knowledge like a sinking star, Beyond the utmost bound of human thought. Alfred Lord Tennyson
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That loss is common would not make My own less bitter, rather more: Too common! Never morning wore To evening, but some heart did break.
Verse VI Alfred Tennyson
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