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“Death rides on every passing breeze, He lurks in every flower.”
Provenance
- Source:
- At a Funeral. No. i.
- Type:
- quote
- Confidence:
- 0.85
- Indexed:
- 2026-07-04
- Hash:
- 300c5fa8677071e6a34b787e4352b9882f449a0774528c5ec12c0ba9ba92bc82
public domain
Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 9th ed. (Little, Brown, 1905), public domain
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