surrendered, or Roland had fallen fighting with his back against an olive. And while I was thus wor...
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there is a spray of rose among his laurel; and he showed how, even in a public tragedy, love will h...
Underwoods by Robert Louis Stevenson Of all my verse, like not a single line; But like my title, ...
With bursting heart, with fiery face, She strove against him in the race; He unabashed her garter ...
The hum of city cabs that sought the Bois, Suburban ashes shivered into song. A patter and a chatt...
Lo, how these fair immaculate women walk Behind their jocund maker; and we see Slighted DE MAUVES,...
It is not yours, O mother, to complain, Not, mother, yours to weep, Though nevermore your son agai...
If any alien foot profane the path. So too the buck that trimmed my terraces, Our whilome gardener...
When aince Aprile has fairly come, An' birds may bigg in winter's lum, An' pleisure's spreid for a...
not wish to read again. I hurried over my lunch, and was proof against the landlady's desire that ...
'Sir,' said I, with my most commanding manners, 'you are a coward.' And with that I turned my back ...
from Cheylard to Luc; and second, my road lay through one of the most beggarly countries in the wor...
when I remember that I descanted principally on my appetite, and that it must have been by that tim...
this untimely hour, were already beginning the uncomforted labours of their day. The dead in life -...
regret, but yet with the glee of the traveller who shakes off the dust of one stage before hurrying...