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The Picture of Little T.C. in a Prospect of Flowers
The Picture of Little T.C. in a Prospect of Flowers See with what simplicity This Nimph begins her golden daies! In the green Grass she loves to lie, And there with her fair Aspect tames The…Ralph Waldo Emerson: Merlin's Song
Merlin's SongI Of Merlin wise I learned a song,— Sing it low or sing it loud, It is mightier than the strong, And punishes the proud. I sing it to the surging crowd,— Good men it will calm…Sara Teasdale: August Moonrise
August MoonriseThe sun was gone, and the moon was coming Over the blue Connecticut hills; The west was rosy, the east was flushed, And over my head the swallows rushed This way and that, with…Poems and Songs of Robert Burns: Sic A Wife As Willie Had
by Robert Burns My Collier LaddieLady Mary AnnSic A Wife As Willie Had Willie Wastle dwalt on Tweed, The spot they ca'd it Linkumdoddie; Willie was a wabster gude,…William Andrews CLARK, Congress, MT (1839-1925)
Senate Years of Service: 1899-1900; 1901-1907 Party: Democrat; Democrat CLARK William Andrews , a Senator from Montana; born near Connellsville, Fayette County, Pa., January 8, 1839; attended…1956 College Football Recap
Final AP Top 20Bowl Games with Top 20 TeamsMajor Conference ChampionsHeisman Trophy VotingOther Major Award WinnersConsensus All-America Team How good was Oklahoma in 1956? The Sooners were…Weapons that Changed Warfare
This page provides information about weapons that dramatically changed the nature of warfare; including catapults, crossbows, cannons, machine guns, tanks, bombers and fighter planes,…Alfred Lord Tennyson: The Grasshopper
The GrasshopperI Voice of the summerwind, Joy of the summerplain, Life of the summerhours, Carol clearly, bound along. No Tithon thou as poets feign (Shame fall 'em…Christina Rossetti: Memory
MemoryII nursed it in my bosom while it lived, I hid it in my heart when it was dead; In joy I sat alone, even so I grieved Alone and nothing said.I shut the door to face the naked…Amy Lowell: J—K. Huysmans
J—K. HuysmansA flickering glimmer through a window-pane, A dim red glare through mud bespattered glass, Cleaving a path between blown walls of sleet Across uneven pavements sunk in slime To…