| |  | | | | | | | | | | | Your new-caught, sullen peoples / Half devil and half child. | | Uncategorized | | | Youth had been a habit of hers for so long, that she could not part with it | | Habit | | | [Fifty-nine year old Richard Smith, of Sylvania Township, doesn't need a state poet laureate - or someone like Maya Angelou reading a poem at Bill Clinton's 1993 presidential inauguration - to appreciate poetry. He instantly knew his favorite poem:] If ... If you can keep your head when all about you / Are losing theirs and blaming it on you. | | Uncategorized | | | `Confound Romance!' . . . And all unseen / Romance brought up the nine-fifteen. | | Uncategorized | | | `Let us now praise famous men' - / Men of little showing - / For their work continueth, / And their work continueth, / Broad and deep continueth, / Greater than their knowing! | | Uncategorized | | | `This man', said M'Turk, with conviction, `is the Gadarene Swine,' | | Uncategorized | | | `We be of one blood, thou and I,' Mowgli answered, `. . . my kill shall be thy kill if ever thou art hungry.' | | Uncategorized | | | | | | | |
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