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How Time doth lash us with sharp pains, Set loose our teeth, snatch wisps of hair, dim eyes -- And finally bend our backs toward earth To find the fittest place for burial.

William Batchelder Greene

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William Batchelder Greene
Age: 59 †
Born: 1819
Born: April 4
Died: 1878
Died: May 30
Mathematician
the United States of America
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Hair
Bend
Eyes
Pains
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Thou Moon! Sun of the Night, Sister mystic of the Day Look down, pause in thy flight! Calm me with thy aural ray, Enchanting souls to silver sleep. Look down from out thy airy keep, My fevered senses hypnotize Shut out the World, whereto Mind flies-- Ambitious Mind, with travail sore Its fibre rest, its calm restore.
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