0   57 readings 1 min
Miss Helen Slingsby was my maiden aunt,

And lived in a small house near a fashionable ... [+]

1   21 readings 1 min
The morns are meeker than they were,
The nuts are getting brown;
The berry's cheek is ... [+]

0   26 readings 2 min
When age fell upon the world, and wonder went out of the minds of men; when grey cities reared to smoky skies tall towers grim and ugly, in whose shadow none might dream of the sun or of ... [+]

1   109 readings 21 min
 Victorian Literature   19th Century
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,... [+]

1   113 readings 25 min
 Lost Generation   20th Century

"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,... [+]

0   2 readings 2 min
When I see birches bend to left and right
Across the lines of straighter darker trees,
I ... [+]

0   62 readings 16 min
 Modernism   20th Century
Although Bertha Young was thirty she still had moments like this when she wanted to run instead of walk, to take dancing steps on and off the pavement, to bowl a hoop, to throw something up in the air... [+]

3   80 readings 1 min
Bright star, would I were steadfast as thou art–
Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night,
And... [+]