Strange, is it not? That of the myriads who Before us pass’d the door of Darkness through, Not one returns to tell us of the Road Which to discover we must travel too. — Edward Fitzgerald
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Edward Fitzgerald : English Poet
Born: March 31, 1809
Died: July 14, 1883
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