classics

Tiny bit of humanity,
Blessed with your mother’s face,
And cursed with your father’s mind.
... [+]

I was angry with my friend;
I told my wrath, my wrath did end.
I was angry with my foe:
I told it... [+]

What the heart of the young man said to the Psalmist


Tell me not, in mournful numbers,
Life... [+]

O my Luve’s like a red, red rose,
That’s newly sprung in June:
O my Luve’s like the melodie,... [+]

Some people are born with a vital and responsive energy. It not only enables them to keep abreast of the times; it qualifies them to furnish in their own personality a good bit of the motive power to ... [+]

Queen of my tub, I merrily sing,


While the white foam rises high,


And sturdily... [+]

In the northern part of Austin there once dwelt an honest family by the name of Smothers. The family consisted of John Smothers, his wife, himself, their little daughter, five years of age, and her ... [+]

Consider that a conversation by telephone--when you are simply sitting by and not taking any part in that conversation--is one of the solemnest curiosities of modern life. Yesterday I was writing a ... [+]

A SULLIVAN COUNTY TALE

Four men once came to a wet place in the roadless forest to fish. They pitched their tent fair upon the brow of a pine-clothed ridge of riven rocks whence a bowlder could ... [+]

As virtuous men pass mildly away,
And whisper to their souls to go,
Whilst some of their sad ... [+]

Twas the night before Christmas, when all thro' the house


Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. ... [+]

In the summer of 1896 Mr. William Holt, a wealthy manufacturer of Chicago, was living temporarily in a little town of central New York, the name of which the writer's memory has not retained. Mr. ... [+]