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Life's battle is a conquest for the strong The meaning shows in the defeated thing.

John Masefield

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John Masefield
Age: 88 †
Born: 1878
Born: June 1
Died: 1967
Died: May 12
Journalist
Novelist
Poet
Writer
County of Herefordshire
John Edward Masefield
Defeated
Battle
Meaning
Strong
Shows
Thing
Life
Conquest

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