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For I had expected always Some brightness to hold in trust, Some final innocence To save from dust
Stephen Spender
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Stephen Spender
Age: 86 †
Born: 1909
Born: February 28
Died: 1995
Died: July 16
Essayist
Journalist
Literary Critic
Poet
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University Teacher
Writer
London
England
Stephen Harold Spender
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