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The world hath failed to impart the joy our youth forebodes failed to fill up the void which in our breasts we bear.

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Matthew Arnold
Age: 65 †
Born: 1822
Born: December 24
Died: 1888
Died: April 15
Journalist
Literary Critic
Poet
School Inspector
University Teacher
Writer
Laleham
Surrey
Bear
Bears
Youth
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Joy
Breasts
Happiness
Hath
World
Void
Failed
Fill

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