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The Journals of Lewis & Clark: Clark, December 31, 1804
Day 461 Day 463 Clark, December 31, 1804 Fort Mandan 31st of December Monday 1804 a fine Day Some wind last night which mixed the Snow and Sand in the bend of the river, which has the…The Journals of Lewis & Clark: Clark, January 29, 1805
Day 492 Day 494 Clark, January 29, 1805 29th January Tuesday 1805 Gave Jassome a Dost of Salts we Send & Collect Stones and put them on a large log heap to heet them with a View of…Ralph Waldo Emerson: The Past
The PastThe debt is paid, The verdict said, The Furies laid, The plague is stayed. All fortunes made; Turn the key and bolt the door, Sweet is death forevermore. Nor haughty hope, nor swart…Amy Lowell: I
IHow the slates of the roof sparkle in the sun, over there, over there, beyond the high wall! How quietly the Seine runs in loops and windings, over there, over there, sliding through the…Sonnets by William Shakespeare: CIII
Sonnet CII Sonnet CIV CIII Alack! what poverty my Muse brings forth, That having such a scope to show her pride, The argument, all bare, is of more worth Than when it hath my added…Sonnets by William Shakespeare: LIX
Sonnet LVIII Sonnet LX LIX If there be nothing new, but that which is Hath been before, how are our brains beguil'd, Which labouring for invention bear amiss The second burthen of a…Sonnets by William Shakespeare: LXXVIII
Sonnet LXXVII Sonnet LXXIX LXXVIII So oft have I invoked thee for my Muse, And found such fair assistance in my verse As every alien pen hath got my use And under thee their poesy…William Shakespeare: Romeo and Juliet, Act I
Act IPrologueTwo households, both alike in dignity, In fair Verona, where we lay our scene, From ancient grudge break to new mutiny, Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean. From forth…Ralph Waldo Emerson: Maia
MaiaIllusion works impenetrable, Weaving webs innumerable, Her gay pictures never fail, Crowds each on other, veil on veil, Charmer who will be believed By man who thirsts to be deceived.…Ralph Waldo Emerson: To-Day
To-DayI rake no coffined clay, nor publish wide The resurrection of departed pride. Safe in their ancient crannies, dark and deep, Let kings and conquerors, saints and soldiers sleep— Late in…