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Softly the loud peal dies, In passing winds it drowns, But breathes, like perfect joys, Tender tones.

Frederick Tennyson

Frederick Tennyson

English Poet

Born: 1807

Died: 1898

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Softly, Winds, Perfect, Tender, Like, Joys, Passing, Loud, Dies, Breathes, Tones

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Alexander Pope, Alfred Lord Tennyson, John Keats, John Milton, Percy Bysshe Shelley, Robert Browning, William Blake, William Wordsworth

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