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“You, methinks you think you love me well; For me, I love you somewhat; rest: and Love Should have some rest and pleasure in himself, Not ever be too curious for a boon, Too prurient for a proof against the grain Of him ye say ye love: but Fame with men, Being but ampler means to serve mankind, Should have small rest or pleasure in herself, But work as vassal to the larger love, That dwarfs the petty love of one to one.”

Quote by Alfred Lord Tennyson

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Delphi Complete Works of Alfred, Lord Tennyson (Illustrated)

The book features a wide array of Tennyson's poetry, including his most famous works such as 'In Memoriam A.H.H.' and 'The Charge of the Light Brigade.' The illustrated edition offers visual interpretations of the poet's verses, providing a unique and immersive reading experience. more

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Alfred Lord Tennyson
Alfred Lord Tennyson

Alfred Lord Tennyson was a prominent British Romantic poet known for his poetry that depicted nature, love, and heroism. His works, including 'In Memoriam A.H.H.' and 'Ulysses', are celebrated for their beauty and depth of emotion. more

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