Carolina QuotesAnd silence, like a poultice, comes To heal the blows of sound.
Oliver Wendell Holmes Connected to the Carolinas
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"To an Insect", Poems (1836)
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- 1836
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“And silence, like a poultice, comes To heal the blows of sou…” Oliver Wendell Holmes. Carolina Quotes, record CQ-E27305F901. https://carolinaquotes.com/quote/e27305f901
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