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“Here may I live what life I please, Married and buried out of sight, - Married to pleasure and buried to pain, - Hidden away amongst scenes like these, Under the fans of the chestnut trees; Living my child-life over again, With the further hope of a fallen delight, Blithe as the birds and wise as the bees.”

Quote by Violet Fane

Book:Collected Verses

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Collected Verses

This book is a collection of poems that showcases the author's literary talent and thematic diversity. The verses within are thoughtfully arranged to provide insight into the author's creative process and the broader themes of their work. more

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Violet Fane, a British novelist, was born on February 24, 1843, and died on October 13, 1905. Known for her delicate emotional descriptions and profound psychological insights, her works have had a profound impact on literature. more

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