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The wild swan's death-hymn took the soul Of that waste place with joy Hidden in sorrow: at first to the ear The warble was low, and full and clear.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
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Alfred Lord Tennyson
Age: 83 †
Born: 1809
Born: August 6
Died: 1892
Died: October 6
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How many a father have I seen, A sober man, among his boys, Whose youth was full of foolish noise.
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That tower of strength Which stood four-square to all the winds that blew.
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