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Poems and Songs of Robert Burns: Lass Of Cessnock Banks, The[1]
by Robert Burns Song-Here's To Thy HealthSong-Bonie Peggy AlisonLass Of Cessnock Banks, The[1] A Song of Similes Tune-"If he be a Butcher neat and trim." On Cessnock…Brewer's: Mistletoe
Shakespeare calls it “the baleful mistletoe” (Titus Andronicus, ii. 3), in allusion to the Scandinavian story that it was with an arrow made of mistletoe that Balder was slain. (See…Ashputtel
Ashputtel The wife of a rich man fell sick; and when she felt that her end drew nigh, she called her only daughter to her bed-side, and said, 'Always be a good girl, and I will look down from…Ralph Waldo Emerson: Musketaquid
MusketaquidBecause I was content with these poor fields, Low, open meads, slender and sluggish streams, And found a home in haunts which others scorned, The partial wood-gods overpaid my love…The Journals of Lewis & Clark: Lewis, June 8, 1805
Day 705 Day 707 Lewis, June 8, 1805 Saturday June 8th 1805 It continued to rain moderately all last night this morning was cloudy untill about ten oClock when it cleared off and became a…The Journals of Lewis & Clark: June 10, 1805
by Meriwether Lewis and William Clark June 9, 1805June 11, 1805June 10, 1805 Monday June 10th 1805. The day being fair and fine we dryed all our baggage and merchandize. Shields…Anne Bradstreet: Air
AirContent (quoth Air) to speak the last of you, Yet am not ignorant first was my due: I do suppose you'l yield without controul I am the breath of every living soul. Mortals, what one of you…Ralph Waldo Emerson: The Sphinx
The SphinxThe Sphinx is drowsy, Her wings are furled: Her ear is heavy, She broods on the world. "Who'll tell me my secret, The ages have kept?— I awaited the seer While they…The Journals of Lewis & Clark: June 8, 1805
by Meriwether Lewis and William Clark June 7, 1805June 9, 1805June 8, 1805 Saturday June 8th 1805 It continued to rain moderately all last night this morning was cloudy untill about…John Keats: Book III
by John Keats Book IIBook III Thus in alternate uproar and sad peace, Amazed were those Titans utterly. O leave them, Muse! O leave them to their woes; For thou art weak to sing…