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As kingfishers catch fire, dragonflies draw flame

Gerard Manley Hopkins

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Gerard Manley Hopkins
Age: 45 †
Born: 1844
Born: June 28
Died: 1889
Died: July 8
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Writer
London
England
Hopkins
Flame
Flames
Catch
Draw
Draws
Color
Fire
Nature
Dragonflies

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