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In winter, when the dismal rain Comes down in slanting lines, And Wind, that grand old harper, smote His thunder-harp of pines.

Alexander Smith

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Alexander Smith
Age: 36 †
Born: 1830
Born: December 31
Died: 1867
Died: January 5
Poet
Cille Mheàrnaig
Rain
Pines
Wind
Dismal
Lines
Harp
Comes
Harper
Harps
Thunder
Grand
Slanting
Winter
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