“Her cabin’d, ample Spirit,
It flutter’d and fail’d for breath.
To-night it doth inherit
The vasty Hall of Death.”

— Matthew Arnold

"Requiescat" (1853), st. 4

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English poet and cultural critic who worked as an inspector… 1822–1888

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