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All of the people took it up and sung it over and over until it was wrung dry, and no further innovations of tone and tempo were conceivable. Then the...more

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Let the sun go down on you like King Harold at the battle of Hastings — fighting gloriously. Maybe a loser but what a loser! Greater in defeat than th...more

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The sun, the hero of every day, the impersonal old man that beams as brightly on death as on birth, came up every morning and raced across the blue do...more

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So Janie waited a bloom time, and a green time and an orange time. But when the pollen again gilded the sun and sifted down on the world she began to ...more