• George Eliot Death is the king of this world: 'Tis his park where he breeds life to feed him. Cries of pain are music for his banquet
    George Eliot
    English writer and poet 1819-1880
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Death is the king of this world: 'Tis his park where he breeds life to feed him. Cries of pain are music for his banquet by : George Eliot

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forest Death is the king of this world: 'Tis his park where he breeds life to feed him. Cries of pain are music for his banquet
- George Eliot Greatest-Quotations.com