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A king or a prince becomes by accident a part of history. A poet or an artist becomes by nature and necessity a part of universal humanity.

Anna Brownell Jameson

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Anna Brownell Jameson
Age: 66 †
Born: 1794
Born: January 1
Died: 1860
Died: January 1
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