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Brewer's: Isabelle
or Isabella (in Orlando Furioso). Daughter of the king of Galicia, in love with Zerbino; but, being a pagan, Zerbino could not marry her. Zerbino induces her to quit her native land, and…Top Ten Cities for African-Americans, 2013
These cities were selected by Forbes magazine as the top ten places for African Americans in the United States. Each city was evaluated in four categories to compile the…WNBA Regular Season Individual Leaders, 2000
Scoring Gm Pts Avg Sheryl Swoopes, Houston 31 643 20.7 Katie Smith, Minnesota 32 646 20.2 Brandy Reed, Phoenix 32 608 19.0 Natalie Williams, Utah…Sara Teasdale: Evening: New York
Evening: New YorkBlue dust of evening over my city, Over the ocean of roofs and the tall towers Where the window-lights, myriads and myriads, Bloom from the walls like climbing flowers…Disney, Walt
(Encyclopedia) Disney, Walt (Walter Elias Disney)Disney, Waltdĭzˈnē [key], 1901–66, American movie producer and pioneer in animated cartoons, b. Chicago. He grew up in Missouri, in the small town of…Is the Red Sea red?
The Question: Is the Red Sea red? If so, why? The Answer: Of course it's not actually red, but sometimes it appears that way. Located between the East African coast and the Saudi Arabian…Writing Well: Music to the Eyes
Music to the EyesWriting WellPicture This: DescriptionHelp Is on the Way!Make a Deposit in the Idea BankTake the PlungeColor My WorldMusic to the EyesTools of the TradeAn Affair to Remember Writing…June 2016: <i>Hamilton</i> Wins Best Musical
World News | Disasters & Science News Here's a slideshow depicting the major U.S. news events of June 2016. 1. Shooting on UCLA Campus 2. Paul Ryan Endorses Trump 3. Stanford…Poems by Emily Dickinson: XXVII ("On the bleakness of my lot")
by EmilyDickinsonXXVIContrastXXVII On the bleakness of my lot Bloom I strove to raise. Late, my acre of a rock Yielded grape and maize. Soil of flint if steadfast tilled Will…Ralph Waldo Emerson: Good Hope
Good HopeThe cup of life is not so shallow That we have drained the best, That all the wine at once we swallow And lees make all the rest. Maids of as soft a bloom shall marry As Hymen yet…