The Unscored Symphony LOUIS F. DOYLE THE MORE widely one ranges through the God's plenty of classic English prose, the more surely he returns like a homing pigeon to that one unmatched (and...
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I am weary of the world's ways And weary of my own. I will go and seek the valleys Where time is overthrown. I will scale the windy passes And lie down among the grasses And forget the lads...
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