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Dan's Christmas
Dan's ChristmasWhere was Dan? In prison. Alas for Mrs Jo! how her heart would have ached if she had known that while old Plum shone with Christmas cheer her boy sat alone in his cell, trying…Pranks and Plays
Pranks and PlaysAs there is no particular plan to this story, except to describe a few scenes in the life at Plumfield for the amusement of certain little persons, we will gently ramble along…Poems and Songs of Robert Burns: Halloween[1]
by Robert Burns Fragment-Her Flowing LocksTo A Mouse, On Turning Her Up ...Halloween[1] The following poem will, by many readers, be well enough understood; but for the sake of those who…Consequences
ConsequencesMrs. Chester's fair was so very elegant and select that it was considered a great honor by the young ladies of the neighborhood to be invited to take a table, and everyone was…Laurie Makes Mischief, and Jo Makes Peace
Laurie Makes Mischief, and Jo Makes PeaceJo's face was a study next day, for the secret rather weighed upon her, and she found it hard not to look mysterious and important. Meg observed it,…Jo Meets Apollyon
Jo Meets Apollyon"Girls, where are you going?" asked Amy, coming into their room one Saturday afternoon, and finding them getting ready to go out with an air of secrecy which excited her…Pleistocene epoch
(Encyclopedia) Pleistocene epochPleistocene epochplīˈstəsēn [key], 6th epoch of the Cenozoic era of geologic time (see Geologic Timescale, tablegeologic timescale, table). According to a…John Donne: The Good-Morrow
The Good-MorrowI wonder by my troth, what thou and I Did, till we loved? were we not wean'd till then? But suck'd on country pleasures, childishly? Or snorted we in the Seven Sleepers' den…John Donne: Love's Usury
Love's UsuryFor every hour that thou wilt spare me now, I will allow, Usurious god of love, twenty to thee, When with my brown my gray hairs equal be. Till then, Love, let…Walt Whitman: Night on the Prairies
Night on the PrairiesNight on the prairies, The supper is over, the fire on the ground burns low, The wearied emigrants sleep, wrapt in their blankets; I walk by myself—I stand and look at…Trending
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