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“For singing till his heaven fills, 'Tis love of earth that he instills, And ever winging up and up, Our valley is his golden cup, And he the wine which over flows To lift us with him as he goes.”

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George Meredith
George Meredith

George Meredith was an influential English novelist known for his profound psychological portrayals and complex character development. His works often delve into social and moral issues, exploring the pursuit of personal freedom. Born on February 12, 1828, he passed away on May 18, 1909. more

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