Well, son, I'll tell you:
Life for me ain't been no crystal stair.
It's had tacks in it,
And splinters,
And boards torn up,
And places with no carpet on the floor—
Bare.
But all the
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Classics
Well, son, I'll tell you:
Life for me ain't been no crystal stair.
It's had tacks in it,
And splinters,
And boards torn up,
And places with no carpet on the floor—
Bare.
But all the
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She was a writing medium. This is what she wrote:—
I can remember some things upon that evening most distinctly, and others are like some vague, broken dreams. That is what makes it so difficult
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Little Jack Horner
Sat in the corner,
Eating a Christmas pie;
He put in his thumb,
And he took out a plum,
And said,
"What a good boy am I!"
'TWAS the night after Christmas, and all through the house
Not a creature was stirring—excepting a mouse.
The stockings were flung in haste over the chair,
For hopes of St. Nicholas were no
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Lady dear, if Fairies may
For a moment lay aside
Cunning tricks and elfish play,
'Tis at happy Christmas-tide.
We have heard the children say—
Gentle children, whom we love—
Long ago
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There was once a man who did not like Christmas. His name was Scrooge, and he was a hard sour-tempered man of business, intent only on saving and making money, and caring nothing for anyone. He paid ... [+]
Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St Nicholas soon
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Once upon a time there was a rich brother and a poor brother, and the one lived across the street from the other.
The rich brother had all of the world's gear that was good for him and more
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A shoemaker, by no fault of his own, had become so poor that at last he had nothing left but leather for one pair of shoes.
So in the evening, he cut out the shoes which he wished to begin to
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