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War Is Kind
Stephen Crane1899ContentsDo not weep, maiden, for war is kind.What says the sea, little shell?To the maidenA little ink more or less!"Have you ever made a just man?"I explain the silvered passing of…Rapunzel
Rapunzel There were once a man and a woman who had long in vain wished for a child. At length the woman hoped that God was about to grant her desire. These people had a little window at the…Chauncey Judd: Retribution
Capture Newgate Retribution It was past sunrise on Saturday morning ere the boats were espied, from Sentinel Hill, rounding the point in the river, and approaching the Landing at…Ralph Waldo Emerson: Pan
PanO what are heroes, prophets, men, But pipes through which the breath of Pan doth blow A momentary music. Being's tide Swells hitherward, and myriads of forms Live, robed with beauty,…Poems and Songs of Robert Burns: Tho' Cruel Fate Should Bid Us Part
by Robert Burns One Night As I Did WanderSong-Rantin', Rovin' RobinTho' Cruel Fate Should Bid Us Part Tune-"The Northern Lass." Tho' cruel fate should bid us part, Far as…Sid Davis 2006 Deaths
Sid DavisAge: 90 director of countless cautionary films aimed at scaring students into conformity with middle-class ideals. The films included Girls Unknown, Seduction of the Innocent, Gang…The Devil's Dictionary: Hope
by Ambrose Bierce HONORABLEHOSPITALITYHOPE -n. Desire and expectation rolled into one. Delicious Hope! when naught to man it left — Of fortune destitute, of friends bereft; When…Donald Cram 2001 Deaths
Donald CramAge: 82 chemist who shared the 1987 Nobel Prize in chemistry for “synthesizing three-dimensional molecules that could mimic the functioning of natural molecules.” He also won the…Stuart Jewell Biography
Stuart Jewell cinematographer Jewell was an obsessive nature photographer who would sit on the ground for hours on end to catch on film a tiny sprout as it popped from the soil. He is best…William Shakespeare: Tired with all these, for restful death I cry
Tired with all these, for restful death I cryTired with all these, for restful death I cry, As to behold desert a beggar born, And needy nothing trimm'd in jollity, And purest faith unhappily…