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And can eternity belong to me, Poor pensioner on the bounties of an hour?

Edward Young

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Edward Young
Died: 1765
Died: April 5
Literary Critic
Playwright
Poet
Upham
Hampshire
Eternity
Hours
Poor
Bounties
Bounty
Belong
Hour

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