Who is Lord Acton

John Emerich Edward Dalberg-Acton, 1st Baron Acton, 13th Marquess of Groppoli, (10 January 1834 – 19 June 1902), better known as Lord Acton, was an English Catholic historian, politician, and writer. He was the only son of Sir Ferdinand Dalberg-Acton, 7th Baronet, and a grandson of the Neapolitan admiral and prime minister Sir John Acton, 6th Baronet. Between 1837 and 1869 he was known as Sir John Dalberg-Acton, 8th Baronet.He is best remembered for the remark, "Power tends to corrupt, and absolute power corrupts absolutely. Great men are almost always bad men…", which he made in a letter to an Anglican bishop.Early lifeJohn Acton's grandfather succeeded to the baronetcy and family estates in Shropshire in 1791. The estates had previously been held by another English branch of the Act...
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Cerebralwisdom: a people averse to the institution of private property is without the first elements of freedom. - lord acton
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Cerebralwisdom: a people averse to the institution of private property is without the first elements of freedom. - lord acton
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Why Do I Love?
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Is it for men to choose
The hour of the hushed night when crowned with dews
From its sea grave the morning star shall wake?
Lo, while we drowsed, it rose on our heart's ache,
And all our heaven was red with the day's hues,
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