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My progress was rendered delightful by the sylvan elegance of the groves, chearful meadows, and high distant forests, which in grand order presented themselves to view.
Maybe I spent more time dwelling on emotions than some people, and maybe that's why I ended up writing.
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Sydney Carter, Poet (1915) |
Emanuel Celler, Politician (1888) |
Jeffery Deaver, Writer (1950) |
Martin Delany, Soldier (1812) |
Randall Jarrell, Poet (1914) |
William Jay, Clergyman (1769) |
L. Frank Baum, Author (1919) |
William Allen Egan, Politician (1984) |
B. C. Forbes, Journalist (1954) |
Bret Harte, Author (1902) |