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“There came to the beach a poor exile of Erin, The dew on his thin robe was heavy and chill; For his country he sigh'd, when at twilight repairing To wander alone by the wind-beaten hill.”
Provenance
- Source:
- The Exile of Erin.
- Type:
- quote
- Confidence:
- 0.85
- Indexed:
- 2026-07-04
- Hash:
- 5873625a0381ffc45d4a0d646d40fc5c858ba598ac3ebe4d598297f4be9f1407
public domain
Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 9th ed. (Little, Brown, 1905), public domain
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