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The Journals of Lewis & Clark: May 29, 1805
by Meriwether Lewis and William Clark May 28, 1805May 30, 1805May 29, 1805 Wednesday May 29th 1905. Last night we were all allarmed by a large buffaloe Bull, which swam over from the…Andersen's Fairy Tales: The Swineherd
The Emperor's New ClothesThe Real PrincessThe Swineherd There was once a poor Prince, who had a kingdom. His kingdom was very small, but still quite large enough to marry upon; and he…Matthew: 14
Matthew Chapter 14 1 At that time Herod the tetrarch heard of the fame of Jesus, 2 And said unto his servants, This is John the Baptist; he is risen from the dead; and therefore mighty works do…Walt Whitman: Song of Myself, Part 33
Part 33Space and Time! now I see it is true, what I guess'd at, What I guess'd when I loaf'd on the grass, What I guess'd while I lay alone in my bed, And again as I walk'd the beach under…Walt Whitman: A Song of Joys
A Song of JoysO to make the most jubilant song! Full of music—full of manhood, womanhood, infancy! Full of common employments—full of grain and trees.O for the voices of animals—O for the…Christina Rossetti: From House to Home
From House to HomeThe first was like a dream through summer heat, The second like a tedious numbing swoon, While the half-frozen pulses lagged to beat Beneath a winter moon.'But,' says my…Of Alice's Adventures in Wonderland: The Queen's Croquet-Ground
by Lewis Carroll A Mad Tea-PartyThe Mock Turtle's StoryThe Queen's Croquet-Ground A large rose-tree stood near the entrance of the garden: the roses growing on it were white, but there…The Journals of Lewis & Clark: Clark, January 7, 1806
Day 1126 Day 1128 Clark, January 7, 1806 Tuesday 7th of January 1806 Some frost this morning. It may appear Somewhat incrediable, but So it is that the Elk which was killed last evening…A Prayer for my Daughter
A Prayer for my DaughterOnce more the storm is howling and half hid Under this cradle-hood and coverlid My child sleeps on. There is no obstacle But Gregory's Wood and one bare hill Whereby…Ralph Waldo Emerson: Musketaquid
MusketaquidBecause I was content with these poor fields, Low, open meads, slender and sluggish streams, And found a home in haunts which others scorned, The partial wood-gods overpaid my love…Trending
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