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“Sing, then. Sing, indeed, with shoulders back, and head up so that song might go to the roof and beyond to the sky. Mass on mass of tone, with a hard edge, and rich with quality, every single note a carpet of colour woven from basso profundo, and basso, and baritone, and alto, and tenor, and soprano, and also mezzo, and contralto, singing and singing, until life and all things living are become a song. O, Voice of Man, organ of most lovely might.”

Quote by Richard Llewellyn

Book:HOW GREEN WAS MY VALLEY
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HOW GREEN WAS MY VALLEY

This classic novel by Richard Llewellyn delves into the life of a young boy named David, whose family is part of a Welsh coal mining community. The story captures the essence of a bygone era, highlighting the challenges and triumphs of the working class. Set against the backdrop of the industrial revolution, it offers a poignant look at the changes affecting the community and the boy's personal growth. more

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Richard Llewellyn
Richard Llewellyn

Richard Llewellyn was a renowned Welsh novelist, born on December 8, 1906, and passed away on November 30, 1983. His works are known for their vivid portrayal of rural Welsh life, which has won him a wide readership. more

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