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William Morris

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From out the throng and stress of lies,
From out the painful noise of sighs,
One voice of comfort seems to rise:
"It is the meaner part that dies."
--
"Comfort".

 
William Morris

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He paused and stood up, looking at the shadows under the trees. His voice was lower when he spoke again.
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