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Was genius ever ungrateful? Mere talents are dry leaves, tossed up and down by gusts of passion, and scattered and swept away but, Genius lies on the bosom of Memory, and Gratitude at her feet.
Walter Savage Landor
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Walter Savage Landor
Age: 89 †
Born: 1775
Born: January 30
Died: 1864
Died: September 17
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