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"Forth from his dark and lonely hiding-place, (Portentous sight!) the owlet Atheism, sailing on obscene wings athwart the noon, drops his blue-fringed lids, and holds them close, and hooting at the glorious sun in Heaven, cries out, ''Where is it?''"

Samuel Taylor Coleridge
samuel taylor coleridge Quotes Wings,Sailing,Sight

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