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From the shaken tower A flock of bells take flight, And go with the hour.

Alice Meynell

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Alice Meynell
Age: 75 †
Born: 1847
Born: September 22
Died: 1922
Died: November 27
Essayist
Literary Critic
Poet
Writer
Barnes
England
Alice Christiana Gertrude Meynell
Alice Christiana Gertrude Thompson
Tower
Towers
Bells
Flight
Hour
Hours
Flock
Take
Shaken
Time
Flocks

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