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“All precious things discovered late To those that seek them issue forth, For Love in sequel works with Fate, And draws the veil from hidden worth”

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Alfred Lord Tennyson
Alfred Lord Tennyson

Alfred Lord Tennyson was a prominent British Romantic poet known for his poetry that depicted nature, love, and heroism. His works, including 'In Memoriam A.H.H.' and 'Ulysses', are celebrated for their beauty and depth of emotion. more

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