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Let's contend no more, Love, Strive nor weep: All be as before Love, - Only sleep.

Robert Browning

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Robert Browning
Age: 77 †
Born: 1812
Born: May 7
Died: 1889
Died: December 12
Dramaturgy
Playwright
Poet
Writer
London
England
Robert Barrett Browning
Browning
Contend
Weep
Strive
Sleep
Love

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