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The Journals of Lewis & Clark: May 29, 1806
by Meriwether Lewis and William Clark May 28, 1806May 30, 1806May 29, 1806 Thursday May 29th 1806. No movement of the party today worthy of notice. we have once more a good stock of…Microevolution and Macroevolution: Speciation
SpeciationMicroevolution and MacroevolutionIntroductionMicroevolutionSpeciationMacroevolution According to the theory of natural selection, speciation is the creation of new species by genetic…William Blake: The Book of Thel, II
by WilliamBlakeIIIIII O little Cloud the virgin said, I charge thee to tell me Why thou complainest now when in one hour thou fade away: Then we shall seek thee but not find: ah Thel is…Poems: My Pretty Rose Tree
by WilliamBlakeThe TigerAh SunflowerMy Pretty Rose Tree A flower was offered to me, Such a flower as May never bore; But I said "I've a pretty rose tree," And I passed the sweet…Poems by Emily Dickinson: Transplanted
by EmilyDickinsonIXThe OutletTransplanted Transplanted As if some little Arctic flower, Upon the polar hem, Went wandering down the latitudes, Until it puzzled came To continents of summer…The Hungry Stones and Other Stories: The Devotees, I
by Rabindranath Tagore III At a time, when my unpopularity with a part of my readers had reached the nadir of its glory, and my name had become the central orb of the journals, to be…Amy Lowell: III
IIIThe gates stand wide at Malmaison, stand wide all day. The gravel of the avenue glints under the continual rolling of wheels. An officer gallops up with his sabre clicking; a mameluke…Sara Teasdale: Blue Squills
Blue SquillsHow many million Aprils came Before I ever knew How white a cherry bough could be, A bed of squills, how blue!And many a dancing April When life is done with me, Will lift the…Poems by Emily Dickinson: Song
With a Flower Loyalty Song Summer for thee grant I may be When summer days are flown! Thy music still when whippoorwill And oriole are done! For thee to bloom, I'll skip the…Poem: Transplanted
Poem 35 Poem 37 Transplanted As if some little Arctic flower, Upon the polar hem, Went wandering down the latitudes, Until it puzzled came To continents of summer, To firmaments of sun,…Trending
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