Robert Brown
Robert Brown
Actor who is known for his appearances as the character M in the James Bond film franchise. He began his tenure as the character in the 1983 installment Octopussy. He, however, had first appeared as the character Admiral Hargreaves in the 1977 film The Spy Who Loved Me.
ProfessionMovie Actor
Date of Birth23 July 1921
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By this time he has tested his first plough, / And studied his last chapter of St John.
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But all, the world's coarse thumb / And finger failed to plumb, / So passed in making up the main account.
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I heard a sound as of scraping tripe, / And putting apples wondrous ripe, / Into a cider- press's gripe.
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If two lives join, there is oft a scar, / They are one and one, with a shadowy third; / One near one is too far.
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They can't do anything for me. My house wasn't damaged enough.
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For thence - a paradox Which comforts while it mocks, - Shall life succeed in that it seems to fail: What I aspired to be, And was not, comforts me: A brute I might have been, but would not sink i' the scale
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The economic impact is in the millions of dollars, ... And those are dollars you can't recoup. For every day a facility is closed, the golf pro can't make up those rounds. We won't know the full effect for two to three years. My sense is that some courses won't survive down the road.
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The rest may reason and welcome; 'tis we musicians know.
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Let twenty pass, and stone the twenty-first,/ Loving not, hating not, just choosing so.
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Schumann's our music-maker now; / Has his march-movement youth and mouth? Ingres's the modern man that paints; / Which will lean on me, of his saints? / Heine for songs; for kisses, how?
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Dear dead women, with such hair, too - what's become of all the gold / Used to hang and brush their bosoms? I feel chilly and grow old.
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Shakespeare was with us, Milton was for us/ Burns, Shelley, were with us, - they watch from their graves.
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Or, my scrofulous French novel / On grey paper with blunt type! / Simply glance at it, you grovel / Hand and foot in Belial's gripe.
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At the midnight in the silence of the sleep-time, / When you set your fancies free.