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“How at heaven's gates she claps her wings, The morne not waking til she sings.”
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- Type:
- play
- Confidence:
- 0.85
- Indexed:
- 2026-07-04
- Hash:
- b95404b17f92cd7e184f78ecadca19310e78011c2914a66f25e2cc90387cd44a
public domain
Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 9th ed. (Little, Brown, 1905), public domain
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