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And yonder all before us lie Deserts of vast eternity.

Andrew Marvell

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Andrew Marvell
Age: 57 †
Born: 1621
Born: March 31
Died: 1678
Died: August 16
Poet
Politician
Satirist
Writer
Andrew Marvell
Vast
Desert
Eternity
Lying
Time
Yonder
Chariots
Deserts
Hurrying

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But at my back I always hear Time's winged chariot hurrying near.
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