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But thou, my son, study to make prevail One colour in thy life, the hue of truth.

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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
Life
Hue
Prevail
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Thou
Son
Study
Truth
Make

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