Vulgar words in The Poems of Emma Lazarus, Volume 2 - Jewish poems: Translations (Page 1)
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Twilight is here, soft breezes bow the grass, Day's sounds of various toil break slowly off, The yoke-freed oxen low, the patient ass Dips his dry nostril in the cool, deep trough.
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Our brethren of Verdun, all over France, Are burned alive beneath the Goyim's torch.