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Ralph Waldo Emerson: The Snow-Storm
The Snow-StormAnnounced by all the trumpets of the sky, Arrives the snow, and, driving o'er the fields, Seems nowhere to alight: the whited air Hides hills and woods, the river, and the…Meyer LONDON, Congress, NY (1871-1926)
LONDON Meyer , a Representative from New York; born in Kalvaria, Russia, December 29, 1871; attended a primary school and also received private instruction, principally in languages; immigrated…Poems and Songs of Robert Burns: Auld Rob Morris
by Robert Burns Highland MaryThe Rights Of WomanAuld Rob Morris There's Auld Rob Morris that wons in yon glen, He's the King o' gude fellows, and wale o' auld men; He has…Frank Asbury MATHEWS, Jr., Congress, NJ (1890-1964)
MATHEWS Frank Asbury, Jr. , a Representative from New Jersey; born in Philadelphia, Pa., August 3, 1890; attended the public schools of Palmyra, N.J.; during the First World War served in the…Frederick William MULKEY, Congress, OR (1874-1924)
Senate Years of Service: 1907-1907; 1918-1918 Party: Republican; Republican MULKEY Frederick William , a Senator from Oregon; born in Portland, Oreg., January 6, 1874; attended the public schools…Joshua VAN SANT, Congress, MD (1803-1884)
VAN SANT Joshua , a Representative from Maryland; born in Millington, Kent County, Md., December 31, 1803; moved with his parents to Wilmington, Del., in 1807 and to Philadelphia, Pa., in 1812;…The Middle Atlantic
Source: The U.S. Department of State If New England provided the brains and dollars for 19th-century American expansion, the Middle Atlantic states provided the muscle. The region's largest…Walt Whitman: We Two, How Long We Were Fool'd
We Two, How Long We Were Fool'dWe two, how long we were fool'd, Now transmuted, we swiftly escape as Nature escapes, We are Nature, long have we been absent, but now we return, We become…A. E. Housman: Oh see how thick the goldcup flowers
Oh see how thick the goldcup flowers Are lying in field and lane, With dandelions to tell the hours That never are told again. Oh may I squire you round the meads And pick you posies gay…Christina Rossetti: An Apple Gathering
An Apple GatheringI plucked pink blossoms from mine apple-tree And wore them all that evening in my hair: Then in due season when I went to see I found no apples there.With dangling…