Word: deathlessness
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...more than a quarter of a century she worked on University publications, again and again taking proof home for hard work out of hours. Not a comma escaped her if concentrated intelligence could prevent. In her love of detail there was no dull routine; there was deathless enthusiasm; no detail could deaden her; to whatever she touched she gave life. Indeed, she and a comma together would furnish any third part with lively commany...
Theodore Roosevelt '80 was the first prominent person to advocate preserving the songs and annals of the pioneers, and "The Old Chisholm Trail" was one of his favorites. Speaking of this song, he once said, "It is as deathless and doggerel as 'Yankee Doodle', as epic as the "Odessey...
...only opera, Fidelio, orchestras will feature his symphonies above all others. Thus everywhere musicians are scouring for relics of Beethoven. Last week in Europe a discovery was made, not an unfinished symphony to be treated and pieced together, nor a scrap of a sonata, cool, clear, deathless, but a part of a diary on an old memorandum sheet scratched by Beethoven, the querulous, untidy, unreasonable old man. It has to do with his servant problems...
...Maximilian of Austria as a Catholic emperor in Mexico (see BELGIUM, p. 13) but banished the Papal Nuncio and all Roman Catholic bishops from Mexico, by decrees if possible more arbitrary than those of President Calles. Yet Juarez died of apoplexy (1872) and the Church of Rome, deathless, unsleeping, recovered its preponderant ascendancy in Mexico during the more than quarter-century-long presidencies of Porfirio Diaz (1877-80, 1884-1911), largely, it is touted, through the good offices of his two pro-Catholic wives, the second, luscious, youthful, blooming. Since then the governments of Mexico have been too unstable...
...breast-hollow of a hill-range, ponds lying like shields at sunset, fishing boats blown out of shimmer to the white shadow of a cliff patched by a marvelous tiny woman, waiting, orchards in May, acres of blossoms pale and adream with the promise of bees and a deathless summer. Often he would paint two or three pictures on the same canvas; starting to correct a defect in a pastoral scene, a new idea would seize him, he would change cows into rocks, grass into whirling waves, and a chip of moon became a mad sun leering like an eyeball...