“O Earth! all bathed with blood and tears, yet never
Hast thou ceased putting forth thy fruit and flowers.”

— Anne Louise Germaine de Staël , book Corinne

Bk. 13, ch. 4, as translated by Letitia Elizabeth Landon for Isabel Hill (1833)
Corinne (1807)

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