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Epitaph All beauty to pourtray,
Therein his duty lay,
And still through toilsome strife Duty to him was life—Most thankful still that duty Lay in the paths of beauty.
To the memory of William Blake, a Painter and
Blake whose greatness may be named even here since it was equalled by his goodness, this tablet is now erected, — years after his death, at the age of sixty-eight, on August 12th, 1827, in poverty and neglect, by one who honours his life and works.
Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Gabriel Charles Dante Rossetti (12 May 1828 – 9 April 1882), generally known as Dante Gabriel Rossetti (/rəˈzɛti/),[1] was an English poet, illu
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