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1840–1928

HEREDITY

Thomas Hardy

I am the family face; Flesh perishes, I live on, Projecting trait and trace Through time to times anon,

And leaping from place to place Over oblivion. The years-heired feature that can In curve and voice and eye

Despise the human span Of durance — that is I; The eternal thing in man, That heeds no call to die.

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