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Quotation by Alfred Tennyson
Doors, where my heart was used to beat
So quickly, not as one that weeps
I come once more; the city sleeps;
I smell the meadow in the street;
Alfred Tennyson (1809–1892), British poet. In Memoriam A. H. H. (Fr. CXIX, l. 1–4). . .
Tennyson; a Selected Edition. Christopher Ricks, ed. (1989) University of California Press.
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