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A pretty woman's worth some pains to see.

Robert Browning

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Robert Browning
Age: 77 †
Born: 1812
Born: May 7
Died: 1889
Died: December 12
Dramaturgy
Playwright
Poet
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London
England
Robert Barrett Browning
Browning
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Attractiveness
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Pretty
Woman

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