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But God has a few of us to whom he whispers in the ear The rest may reason and welcome 'tis we musicians know.

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
Reason
Whispers
Musicians
Welcome
Ears
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Rest
May

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O woman-country! wooed not wed, Loved all the more by earth's male-lands, Laid to their hearts instead.
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