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I have been so great a lover: filled my days So proudly with the splendour of Love's praise, The pain, the calm, and the astonishment, Desire illimitable, and silent content, And all dear names men use, to cheat despair, For the perplexed and viewless streams that bear Our hearts at random down the dark of life.

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Rupert Brooke
Age: 28 †
Born: 1887
Born: January 1
Died: 1915
Died: January 1
Poet
Rugby
Warwickshire
Rupert Chawner Brooke
Rupert Chaucer Brooke
Men
Days
Lovers
Astonishment
Love
Names
Despair
Random
Life
Dark
Dear
Cheat
Pain
Praise
Lover
Desire
Hearts
Streams
Illimitable
Use
Silent
Content
Perplexed
Great
Bears
Calm
Proudly
Heart
Filled
Bear
Splendour

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