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And when I perform on my own tour, I have to talk myself into going out on that stage every single night.
When the baby dies, On every side Rose stranger's voices, hard and harsh and loud. The baby was not wrapped in any shroud. The mother made no sound. Her head was bowed That men's eyes might not see Her misery.
Isabel Allende, Writer (1942) |
Irving Babbitt, Critic (1865) |
James A. Baldwin, Author (1924) |
Jim Capaldi, Musician (1944) |
Caleb Carr, Novelist (1955) |
James Fallows, Journalist (1949) |
Karl Amadeus Hartmann, Composer (1905) |
Lance Ito, Judge (1950) |
Victoria Jackson, Comedian (1959) |
George Kimble, Historian (1908) |
Enrico Caruso, Musician (1921) |
Thomas Gainsborough, Artist (1788) |
Warren G. Harding, President (1923) |
John Keegan, Historian (2012) |
Fritz Lang, Director (1976) |