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Poem: The Mountain
Poem 64 Poem 66 The Mountain The mountain sat upon the plain In his eternal chair, His observation omnifold, His inquest everywhere. The seasons prayed around his knees, Like children…Poems by Emily Dickinson: The Book of Martyrs
by EmilyDickinsonDawnThe Mystery of PainThe Book of Martyrs The Book of Martyrs Read, sweet, how others strove, Till we are stouter; What they renounced, Till we are less afraid; How many…The Devil's Dictionary: Satan
by Ambrose Bierce SARCOPHAGUSSATIETYSATAN -n. One of the Creator's lamentable mistakes, repented in sashcloth and axes. Being instated as an archangel, Satan made himself multifariously…The Devil's Dictionary: Woman
by Ambrose Bierce WITTICISMWORMS'-MEATWOMAN -n. An animal usually living in the vicinity of Man, and having a rudimentary susceptibility to domestication It is credited by many of the…Ronnie Earl and the Broadcasters
The Colour of LoveVerve When the 1990's chapter of The History of Blues Guitar is one day written, you can bet Ronnie Earl gets a lion's share of ink. That's because Earl is, without doubt,…Black Crowes
By Your SideColumbia After a brief fling with psychedelia and a typically relentless run of roadwork, The Black Crowes get back to the basics on the hard-charging and hot-rockin' By Your Side…Howard Hawks Biography
Howard HawksdirectorBorn: 5/30/1896Birthplace: Goshen, Indiana American film director whose work spanned nearly all movie genres—musicals, gangster movies, comedies, action adventures, war…Sara Teasdale: "There Will Come Soft Rains"
"There Will Come Soft Rains"(War Time)There will come soft rains and the smell of the ground, And swallows circling with their shimmering sound;And frogs in the pools singing at night, And…Amy Lowell: Crepuscule du Matin
Crepuscule du MatinAll night I wrestled with a memory Which knocked insurgent at the gates of thought. The crumbled wreck of years behind has wrought Its disillusion; now I only cry For…Amy Lowell: On Carpaccio's Picture: The Dream of St. Ursula
On Carpaccio's Picture: The Dream of St. UrsulaSwept, clean, and still, across the polished floor From some unshuttered casement, hid from sight, The level sunshine slants, its greater…