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Others abide our question. Thou art free. We ask and ask. Thou smilest and art still, Out-topping knowledge.

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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
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Topping
Others
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Abide
Still
Thou
Question
Asks
Knowledge
Free

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