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Ye flowers that drop, forsaken by the spring, Ye birds that, left by summer, cease to sing, Ye trees that fade, when Autumn heats remove, Say, is not absence death to those who love?

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Alexander Pope
Age: 56 †
Born: 1688
Born: May 21
Died: 1744
Died: May 30
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For what I have publish'd, I can only hope to be pardon'd but for what I have burned, I deserve to be prais'd.
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And hence one master-passion in the breast, Like Aaron's serpent, swallows up the rest.
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