occupies the whole morning.
The plaza cool below.
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I simplify some wording.
Such is my triumph!
(from the Song of the Bureaucrat, vol II)
. Let the Naiads sing Who will wear the Starry Crown? Then eat cake. (from The Paean of Dignity, 3d edn)
Caribbean Dreams waylay us in deep winter but the snow prevails (from Crepuscular Idyll)
An invocation of contradiction of sorts Winter is still with us. (From Tales of Persepolis: Lockdown Lays)