Mention496146
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| so:text | The grey road whereupon we trod became as holy ground: The eve was all one voice that breathed its message with no sound: And burning multitudes pour through my heart, too bright, too blind, Too swift and hurried in their flight to leave their tale behind. (en) |
| so:isPartOf | https://en.wikiquote.org/wiki/George_William_Russell |
| so:description | The Winds of Angus (en) |
| so:description | By Still Waters (1906) (en) |
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