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Sweet are the thoughts that savour of content,
'MOTHER, Mother, here comes Malthus,
Devouring Time, blunt thou the lion's paws,
By night we linger'd on the lawn,
This saying good-bye on the edge of the dark
How changed is here each spot man makes or fills!
Though he, that ever kind and true,
Sometimes, at night,

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There was nothing he enjoyed more than a good book. He'd wander into the study, take down some leather-bound volume, and eat it.
— Terence Brady (dog owner)