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We wove a web in childhood, A web of sunny air We dug a spring in infancy Of water pure and fair We sowed in youth a mustard seed, We cut an almond rod We are now grown up to riper age— Are they withered in the sod?

Charlotte Bronte

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Charlotte Bronte
Age: 38 †
Born: 1816
Born: April 21
Died: 1855
Died: March 31
Novelist
Poet
Thornton
West Yorkshire
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Ш. Бронте
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Шарлотта Бронте
Sharlotta Bronte
Charles Wellesley
Charlotte Bronte
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Mrs. Arthur Bell Nicholls
Tree
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Lord Charles Albert
Currer Bell
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Almonds
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Mustard
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