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O! lost to virtue, lost to manly thought, Lost to the noble sallies of the soul! Who think it solitude to be alone.

Edward Young

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Edward Young
Died: 1765
Died: April 5
Literary Critic
Playwright
Poet
Upham
Hampshire
Virtue
Alone
Lost
Thought
Soul
Sallies
Think
Manly
Thinking
Solitude
Noble

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