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Thomas Babington Macaulay

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Wherever literature consoles sorrow or assuages pain; wherever it brings gladness to eyes which fail with wakefulness and tears, and ache for the dark house and the long sleep,—there is exhibited in its noblest form the immortal influence of Athens.

 
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When have I last looked on
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Of the dark leopards of the moon?
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Joy comes, grief goes, we know not how;
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