the rest home (Rg Gregory Poem)
professor piebald (the oldest man in the home) was meek at the same time ribald he clothed his matter (so ...
professor piebald (the oldest man in the home) was meek at the same time ribald he clothed his matter (so ...
The betrayer at the table with him worried about the costly nard stealing from the purse selfish, controlling believing in ...
Not feeling sorry for herself but hugging the bear closer something about her serenity the way she is carrying herself ...
Maybe this information her diagnosis easier our lives maybe careful, not carefree totally She will count the numbers regulate so ...
The words sinking in "Shyanne has diabetes" something unwelcome ringing in my ear a change forever of our lives, our ...
Not using, controlling subduing the world; our role, from the beginning caretakers, governing tending the garden caring for this good ...
Up from the ground unable to hold him the seed bursting into the light on that Easter morning Unable to ...
In the story of the rich man the one who could not follow told by Christ to sell it all ...
The Waste Land by T. S. Eliot "Nam Sibyllam quidem Cumis ego ipse oculis meis vidi in ampulla pendere, et ...
Friend of the Wise ! and Teacher of the Good ! Into my heart have I received that Lay More ...
WHY am I loth to leave this earthly scene? Have I so found it full of pleasing charms? Some drops ...
Abortions will not let you forget. You remember the children you got that you did not get, The damp small ...
DO LESS THINKING, and pay more attention to your heart. DO LESS ACQUIRING, and pay more attention to what you ...
"Let's make him a sailor," said Father, "And he will adventure the sea." "A soldier," said Mother, "is rather What ...
Tired with all these, for restful death I cry, As, to behold desert a beggar born, And needy nothing trimm'd ...
A woman's face with Nature's own hand painted Hast thou, the master-mistress of my passion; A woman's gentle heart, but ...
But, lo! from forth a copse that neighbours by, A breeding jennet, lusty, young, and proud, Adonis' trampling courser doth ...
A woman's face with Nature's own hand painted Hast thou, the master-mistress of my passion; A woman's gentle heart, but ...
Tired with all these, for restful death I cry, As to behold desert a beggar born, And needy nothing trimmed ...
You have read War and Peace. Now here is Sister Carrie, not up to Tolstoy; still it will second the ...
Prelude Blue storm-clouds in hot heavens of mid-July Hung heavy, brooding over land and sea: Our hearts, a-tremble, throbbed in ...
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