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“Cut off my head, and singular I am, Cut off my tail, and plural I appear; Although my middle's left, there's nothing there! What is my head cut off? A sounding sea; What is my tail cut off? A rushing river; And in their mingling depths I fearless play, Parent of sweetest sounds, yet mute forever.”

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Thomas B. Macaulay
Thomas B. Macaulay

Thomas B. Macaulay, born on October 25, 1800, in Ireland, and died on December 28, 1859, in the United Kingdom, was a prominent political figure in the Victorian era. He served as the Secretary at War, playing a significant role in the British government. more

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