In the great glasshouses streaming with condensation, the children in mourning-dress beheld marvels.

Arthur Rimbaud
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This is a reference to the poems written by Sir Edwin Arnold, a British poet, who wrote a number of poems about India. In his poem "The Great Glasshouse" Sir Edwin Arnold says "In the great glass-houses streaming with condensation,/ Children in mourning-dress beheld marvels." Sir Edwin Arnold's poems were first published in 1870. Sir Edwin Arnold was born on January 4, 1822 and died on November 30, 1896. Sir Edwin was a free-lance journalist and editor, who wrote on topics related to Asia.

Sir Edwin wrote many other poems on Indians as well as those from other countries. Sir Edwin's great grandparents were from Scotland and Ireland respectively.

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