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A Persian's heaven is eas'ly made: 'T is but black eyes and lemonade.
Charles Lamb
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Charles Lamb
Age: 59 †
Born: 1775
Born: February 10
Died: 1834
Died: December 27
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Whose wit in the combat, as gentle as bright, Ne'er carried a heart-stain away on its blade.
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Go where glory waits thee! But while fame elates thee, Oh, still remember me!
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The cheerful Sabbath bells, wherever heard, Strike pleasant on the sense, most like the voice Of one, who from the far-off hills proclaims Tidings of good to Zion.
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