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In vain would science scan and trace Firmly her aspect. All the while, There gleams upon her far-off face A vague unfathomable smile.

Alfred Austin

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Alfred Austin
Age: 78 †
Born: 1835
Born: May 30
Died: 1913
Died: June 2
Journalist
Novelist
Poet
Writer
Vain
Smile
Gleams
Aspect
Scan
Face
Unfathomable
Faces
Gleam
Upon
Trace
Science
Firmly
Would
Vague

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