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An horrible stillness first invades our ear, And in that silence we the tempest fear.

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
Silence
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Firsts
First
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Tempest
Stillness
Horrible
Ears

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