Past Days (Anne Bronte Poem)
'Tis strange to think, there was a time When mirth was not an empty name, When laughter really cheered the ...
'Tis strange to think, there was a time When mirth was not an empty name, When laughter really cheered the ...
I've quenched my lamp, I struck it in that start Which every limb convulsed, I heard it fall The crash ...
How still, how happy! Those are words That once would scarce agree together; I loved the plashing of the surge ...
She woke me up at dawn, her suitcase like a little brown dog at her heels. I sat up and ...
Amid the gray trunks of ancient trees we found the gay woodland lilies nodding on their stems, frail and fair, ...
Black trees against an orange sky, Trees that the wind shook terribly, Like a harsh spume along the road, Quavering ...
"But, sir," I said, "they tell me the man is like to die!" The Canon shook his head indulgently. "Young ...
"Oh yes, I went over to Edmonstoun the other day and saw Johnny, mooning around as usual! He will never ...
He lay within a warm, soft world Of motion. Colors bloomed and fled, Maroon and turquoise, saffron, red, Wave upon ...
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 ...
SEA, SEA RIDER The man who owned the bookstore was not magic. He was not a three-legged crow on the ...
'Twas after dread Pultowa's day, When fortune left the royal Swede - Around a slaughtered army lay, No more to ...
LARA. CANTO THE FIRST. I. The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, And slavery half forgets her ...
Thin as a sheet his mother came to him during the screaming evenings after he did it, touched F.J.'s dead ...
Bright-eyed & bushy tailed woke not Henry up. Bright though upon his workshop shone a vise central, moved in while ...
I. Said Abner, ``At last thou art come! Ere I tell, ere thou speak, ``Kiss my cheek, wish me well!'' ...
(PIANO DI SORRENTO.) Fortu, Frotu, my beloved one, Sit here by my side, On my knees put up both little ...
As if you actually died in that dream and woke up dead. Shadows of untangling vines tumble toward the ceiling. ...
A wanderer is man from his birth. He was born in a ship On the breast of the river of ...
A THOUGHT ay like a flower upon mine heart, And drew around it other thoughts like bees For multitude and ...
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