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Poets Laureate of the United States
The National Poets The Poet Laureate Consultant in Poetry to the Library of Congress is appointed by the Librarian of Congress and serves from October to May. The position has existed under two…Green Bay Packers 1997 Roster By Statistics
Passing (5 Att)AttCmpPctYdsTDRateBrett Favre51330459.338673592.6Steve Bono10550.029056.3Interceptions: Favre 16.Top ReceiversNoYdsAvgLongTDAntonio Freeman81124315.358-td12Robert…Sirach: 24
Sirach Chapter 24 1 Wisdom shall praise herself, and shall glory in the midst of her people. 2 In the congregation of the most High shall she open her mouth, and triumph before…William Shakespeare: Henry IV (Pt 1), Act V, Scene IV
Scene IVAnother part of the fieldAlarum. Excursions. Enter Prince Henry, Lord John OF Lancaster, and Earl of WestmorelandKing Henry IVI prithee, Harry, withdraw thyself; thou bleed'st too…On the Shelf
On the ShelfIn France the young girls have a dull time of it till they are married, when 'Vive la liberte!' becomes their motto. In America, as everyone knows, girls early sign the…Mike Tyson: Back in Bit-ness, Part 2
Despite all the troubles that Tyson, 32, has caused, he remains boxing's biggest draw — when he fights, people pay to watch. We can't help but do so, just as we stare when passing by car wrecks…Amy Lowell: II
IIGallop! Gallop! The General brooks no delay. Make way, good people, and scatter out of his path, you, and your hens, and your dogs, and your children. The General is returned from Egypt…Walt Whitman: Warble for Lilac-Time
Warble for Lilac-TimeWarble me now for joy of lilac-time, (returning in reminiscence,) Sort me O tongue and lips for Nature's sake, souvenirs of earliest summer, Gather the welcome signs, (as…John Keats: To Autumn
Ode on indolenceOdeTo Autumn Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness, Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun; Conspiring with him how to load and bless With fruit the vines that…Leonora Speyer: April on the Battlefields
April on the BattlefieldsLeonora SpeyerApril now walks the fields again, Trailing her tearful leaves And holding all her frightened buds against her heart: Wrapt in her clouds and mists, She…