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Youth has its romance, and maturity its wisdom, as morning and spring have their freshness, noon and summer their power, night and winter their repose. Each attribute is good in its own season.

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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Шарлотта Бронте
Sharlotta Bronte
Charles Wellesley
Charlotte Bronte
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Mrs. Arthur Bell Nicholls
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Lord Charles Albert
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Hsia-lo-ti Po-lang-tʻe
Youth
Attributes
Wisdom
Maturity
Morning
Season
Night
Romance
Power
Seasons
Freshness
Good
Winter
Attribute
Summer
Repose
Spring
Noon

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