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Aesop's Fables: The Rich Man and the Tanner
by Aesop The Eagle and the ArrowThe Wolf, the Mother, and Her ChildThe Rich Man and the Tanner A Rich Man took up his residence next door to a Tanner, and found the smell of the tan-yard…Ralph Waldo Emerson: The Garden
The GardenMany things the garden shows, And pleased I stray From tree to tree Watching the white pear-bloom, Bee-infested quince or plum. I could walk days, years, away Till the slow ripening…Percy Bysshe Shelley: Prometheus Unbound Act 1
by Percy Bysshe Shelley Dramatis Personae Act 2 Act 1 A Ravine of icy rocks in the Indian Caucasus. Prometheus is discovered bound to the precipice. Pantea and Ione are seated at his feet.…Carl Rowan 2000 Deaths
Carl RowanAge: 75 liberal crusading columnist and best-selling author who specialized in race relations. He served as deputy assistant secretary of state and ambassador to Finland under…Walt Whitman: The Dalliance of the Eagles
The Dalliance of the EaglesSkirting the river road, (my forenoon walk, my rest,) Skyward in air a sudden muffled sound, the dalliance of the eagles, The rushing amorous contact high in space…Poems: The Fly
by WilliamBlakeThe Sick RoseThe AngelThe Fly Little Fly, Thy summer's play My thoughtless hand Has brushed away. Am not I A fly like thee? Or art not thou A man like me…Poems by Emily Dickinson: XX ("I taste a liquor never brewed")
by EmilyDickinsonThe Mystery of PainA BookXX I taste a liquor never brewed, From tankards scooped in pearl; Not all the vats upon the Rhine Yield such an alcohol! Inebriate of air am I,…Poems by Emily Dickinson: V ("Glee! The great storm is over!")
by EmilyDickinson Rouge Gagne VI V Glee! The great storm is over! Four have recovered the land; Forty gone down together Into the boiling sand. Ring, for the scant salvation! Toll, for the…Poems by Emily Dickinson: Along the Potomac
by EmilyDickinsonXXXIIXXXIVAlong the Potomac Along the Potomac When I was small, a woman died. To-day her only boy Went up from the Potomac, His face all victory, To look at her; how…Poems by Emily Dickinson: XLVIII ("Unto my books")
by EmilyDickinsonXLVIIXLIXXLVIII Unto my books so good to turn Far ends of tired days; It half endears the abstinence, And pain is missed in praise. As flavors cheer retarded guests With…Trending
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