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…So when the last and dreadful hour This crumbling pageant shall devour, The trumpet shall be heard on high, The dead shall live, the living die, And Music shall untune the sky

John Dryden

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John Dryden
Age: 68 †
Born: 1631
Born: August 7
Died: 1700
Died: May 12
Hymnwriter
Literary Critic
Playwright
Poet
Translator
Aldwincle
Northamptonshire
High
Crumbling
Dies
Trumpets
Hours
Dreadful
Lasts
Sky
Last
Hour
Living
Dead
Devour
Music
Shall
Pageant
Live
Heard
Trumpet

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