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“Where go the poet's lines? Answer, ye evening tapers! Ye auburn locks, ye golden curls, Speak from your folded papers!”
Provenance
- Source:
- The Poet's Lot.
- Type:
- quote
- Confidence:
- 0.85
- Indexed:
- 2026-07-04
- Hash:
- 5bc2f0d87fd6f1ed41926d5ae30488d1cccb9c28baf61de5969c3c4b6e414fa5
public domain
Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 9th ed. (Little, Brown, 1905), public domain
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