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The grass of fifty Aprils hath waved green / Above the spent heart, the Olympian head, …
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Wake, israel, wake! Recall to-day / The glorious Maccabean rage, …
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There was a man who watched the river flow / Past the huge town, one gray November day. …
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Across the Eastern sky has glowed / The flicker of a blood-red dawn; …
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What, can these dead bones live, whose sap is dried / By twenty scorching centuries of wrong? …
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Down the long hall she glistens like a star, / The foam-born mother of Love, transfixed to stone, …