thy strong Hours indignant work’d wills,And beat marr’d wasted me,And — Alfred Tennyson

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But thy strong Hours indignant work’d their wills,And beat me down and marr’d and wasted me,And tho’ they could not end me, left me maim’dTo dwell in presence of immortal youth,Immortal age beside immortal youth,And all I was, in ashes. – Tithonus

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