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All Is Concentr'd In A Life Intense, Where Not A Beam, Nor Air, Nor Leaf Is Lost, But Hath A Part Of Being.
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All is concentr'd in a life intense,
Where not a beam, nor air, nor leaf is lost,
But hath a part of being.
-- Lord Byron (1788-1824)
-- Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Canto iii, Stanza 89
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All tenantless, save to the crannying wind.
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If ancient tales say true, nor wrong these holy men.
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History, with all her volumes vast, Hath but one page.
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And there was mounting in hot haste.
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