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Christina Rossetti: Amor Mundi
Amor Mundi1865'Oh, where are you going with your love-locks flowing On the west wind blowing along this valley track?' 'The downhill path is easy, come with me an' it please ye, We shall…Christina Rossetti: 'The Love of Christ Which Passeth Knowledge'
'The Love of Christ Which Passeth Knowledge'I bore with thee long weary days and nights, Through many pangs of heart, through many tears; I bore with thee, thy hardness, coldness, slights…Last Resort
Director/Writer:Pawel PawlikowskiShooting Gallery; NR; 75 minutesRelease:2/01Cast:Dina Korzun, Paddy Considine, Artiom Strelnikov Last year an estimated half-million illegal immigrants…Ain't I A Woman?
by Sojourner Truth Well, children, where there is so much racket there must be something out of kilter. I think that 'twixt the negroes of the South and the women at the North, all…The Journals of Lewis & Clark: Clark, August 1, 1804
Day 170 Day 172 Clark, August 1, 1804 August the 1st 1804 a fair morning Despatched two men after the horses lost yesterday, one man back to the place from which the messinger was Sent for…Isaiah: 7
Isaiah Chapter 7 1 And it came to pass in the days of Ahaz the son of Jotham, the son of Uzziah, king of Judah, that Rezin the king of Syria, and Pekah the son of Remaliah, king of…A Midsummer Night's Dream, Summary
A Midsummer Night's Dream There was a law in the city of Athens which gave to its citizens the power of compelling their daughters to marry whomsoever they pleased; for upon a daughter's…Rose Fitzgerald Kennedy Biography
Rose Fitzgerald Kennedypresident's motherBorn: July 22, 1890Birthplace: Boston, Mass. Rose Fitzgerald Kennedy was the oldest of six children born to Josephine Hannon and John “Honey Fitz”…Christina Rossetti: Twilight Night
Twilight NightMarch 1866IWe met, hand to hand, We clasped hands close and fast, As close as oak and ivy stand; But it is past: Come day, come night, day comes at last.We loosed hand…Amy Lowell: The Way
The WayAt first a mere thread of a footpath half blotted out by the grasses Sweeping triumphant across it, it wound between hedges of roses Whose blossoms were poised above leaves as pond…