A little while, a little while (Emily Bronte Poem)
A little while, a little while, The weary task is put away, And I can sing and I can smile, ...
A little while, a little while, The weary task is put away, And I can sing and I can smile, ...
It's too nice a day to read a novel set in England. We're within inches of the perfect distance from ...
I know it's a bad title but I'm giving it to myself as a gift on a day nearly canceled ...
I came back late and tired last night Into my little room, To the long chair and the firelight And ...
"But, sir," I said, "they tell me the man is like to die!" The Canon shook his head indulgently. "Young ...
SANDBOX MINUS JOHN DILLINGER EQUALS WHAT? Often I return to the cover of Trout Fishing in America. I took the ...
THE HUNCHBACK TROUT The creek was made narrow by little green trees that grew too close together. The creek was ...
THE PUDDING MASTER OF STANLEY BASIN Tree, snow and rock beginnings, the mountain in back of the lake promised us ...
A RETURN TO THE COVER OF THIS BOOK Dear Trout Fishing in America: I met your friend Fritz in Washington ...
WITNESS FOR TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA PEACE In San Francisco around Easter time last year, they had a trout fishing ...
SEA, SEA RIDER The man who owned the bookstore was not magic. He was not a three-legged crow on the ...
WORSEWICK Worsewick Hot Springs was nothing fancy. Somebody put some boards across the creek. That was it. The boards dammed ...
He wondered: Do I love? all this applause, young beauties sitting at my feet & all, and all. It tires ...
If we sang in the wood (and Death is a German expert) while snows flies, chill, after so frequent knew ...
Filling her compact & delicious body with chicken páprika, she glanced at me twice. Fainting with interest, I hungered back ...
Never any more, While I live, Need I hope to see his face As before. Once his love grown chill, ...
I am poor brother Lippo, by your leave! You need not clap your torches to my face. Zooks, what's to ...
when you're young a pair of female high-heeled shoes just sitting alone in the closet can fire your bones; when ...
starving there, sitting around the bars, and at night walking the streets for hours, the moonlight always seemed fake to ...
George was lying in his trailer, flat on his back, watching a small portable T.V. His dinner dishes were undone, ...
Cass was the youngest and most beautiful of 5 sisters. Cass was the most beautiful girl in town. 1/2 Indian ...
This is not my home. How did I get so far from water? It must be over that way somewhere. ...
There are too many waterfalls here; the crowded streams hurry too rapidly down to the sea, and the pressure of ...
Many setups. At least as many falls. Winter is paralyzing the country, but not here. Here, the boys are impersonating ...
As evening falls, The walls grow luminous and warm, the walls Tremble and glow with the lives within them moving, ...
You see that porcelain ranged there in the window- Platters and soup-plates done with pale pink rosebuds, And tiny violets, ...
From time to time, lifting his eyes, he sees The soft blue starlight through the one small window, The moon ...
She turned her head on the pillow, and cried once more. And drawing a shaken breath, and closing her eyes, ...
1 Senlin sits before us, and we see him. He smokes his pipe before us, and we hear him. Is ...
1 Senlin sits before us, and we see him. He smokes his pipe before us, and we hear him. Is ...
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