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Look thy last on all things lovely, Every hour - let no night Seal thy sense in deathly slumber Till to delight Thou has
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"Look thy last on all things lovely, Every hour - let no night Seal thy sense in deathly slumber Till to delight Thou hast paid thy utmost blessing"

- Austin Dobson

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This quote by Austin Dobson motivates us to appreciate the charm of life and to put in the time to savor it. He encourages us to put in the time to value the appeal of the world around us, to look at all the important things that bring us happiness and delight. He also encourages us to not let the night eliminate our senses, to stay awake and enjoy the charm of life until we have actually provided our utmost true blessing. This quote is a suggestion to us to take the time to value the charm of life and to not take it for given. It is a pointer to us to put in the time to value the beauty of the world around us and to not let the night take away our senses. It is a suggestion to us to remain awake and take pleasure in the appeal of life till we have actually provided our utmost true blessing.

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Austin Dobson This quote is written / told by Austin Dobson between August 19, 1912 and March 13, 1963. He was a famous Celebrity from England. The author also have 4 other quotes.

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