From The Short Story Shadow-Children (Louisa May Alcott Poem)
Little shadows, little shadows Dancing on the chamber wall, While I sit beside the hearthstone Where the red flames rise ...
Little shadows, little shadows Dancing on the chamber wall, While I sit beside the hearthstone Where the red flames rise ...
We smile at each other and I lean back against the wicker couch. How does it feel to be dead? ...
Kind of empty in the way it sees everything, the earth gets to its feet andsalutes the sky. More of ...
Yad Mordechai. Those who fell here still look out the windows like sick children who are not allowed outside to ...
Try to remember some details. Remember the clothing of the one you love so that on the day of loss ...
'Not by the justice that my father spurn'd, Not for the thousands whom my father slew, Altars unfed and temples ...
The Master stood upon the mount, and taught. He saw a fire in his disciples' eyes; 'The old law', they ...
A wanderer is man from his birth. He was born in a ship On the breast of the river of ...
And the first grey of morning fill'd the east, And the fog rose out of the Oxus stream. But all ...
Your lungs fill & spread themselves, wings of pink blood, and your bones empty themselves and become hollow. When you ...
The night has been long, The wound has been deep, The pit has been dark, And the walls have been ...
When my mother died I was very young, And my father sold me while yet my tongue, Could scarcely cry ...
I love to rise in a summer morn, When the birds sing on every tree; The distant huntsman winds his ...
and the sun weilds mercy but like a jet torch carried to high, and the jets whip across its sight ...
Rudolph Reed was oaken. His wife was oaken too. And his two good girls and his good little man Oakened ...
the history of melancholia includes all of us. me, I writhe in dirty sheets while staring at blue walls and ...
some people never go crazy. me, sometimes I'll lie down behind the couch for 3 or 4 days. they'll find ...
It was many and many a year ago, In a kingdom by the sea, That a maiden there lived whom ...
With your bitter, twisted lies, You may trod me in the very dirt But still, like dust, I'll rise. Does ...
If you think you are beaten, you are. If you think you dare not, you don’t If you like to ...
Bury thy sorrows, and they shall rise As souls to the immortal skies, And there look down like mothers' eyes. ...
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