My people had taken Tennyson's house during a summer's holiday when I was two years old, and I was made by my elders to stand on the moor and recite in a heart-rending pipe,
O my cousin, shallow-hearted!
O my Amy, mine no more!
O the dreary, dreary moorland!
O the barren, barren shore!
Source: The Autobiography of Bertrand Russell, v.3
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