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Yesterday the fields were only grey with scattered snow,
And now the longest grass-leaves hardly ... [+]

The noon's greygolden meshes make
All night a veil,
The shorelamps in the sleeping lake
Laburnum ... [+]

Alone in crowds to wander on,
And feel that all the charm is gone
Which voices dear and eyes ... [+]

Like as a huntsman after weary chase,
Seeing the game from him escap'd away,
Sits down to rest him... [+]

Most glorious Lord of life, that on this day,
Didst make thy triumph over death and sin:
And ... [+]

One day I wrote her name upon the strand,
But came the waves and washed it away:
Again I wrote it ... [+]

My Love is like to ice, and I to fire;
How comes it then that this her cold so great
Is not ... [+]

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A man stood upon a railroad bridge in northern Alabama, looking down into the swift water twenty feet below. The man's hands were behind his back, the wrists bound with a cord. A rope closely ... [+]

North Richmond Street, being blind, was a quiet street except at the hour when the Christian Brothers' School set the boys free. An uninhabited house of two storeys stood at the blind end, detached ... [+]

I told my story when I was taken, and no one would listen to me. Then I told it again at the trial–the whole thing absolutely as it happened, without so much as a word added. I set it all out truly,... [+]

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"And where's Mr. Campbell?" Charlie asked.
"Gone to Switzerland. Mr. Campbell's a pretty sick man, Mr. Wales."
"I'm sorry to hear that. And George Hardt?" Charlie inquired.
"Back in America,... [+]

As we the withered ferns
By the roadway lying,
Time, the jester, spurns
All our prayers and ... [+]