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The Journals of Lewis & Clark: April 21, 1805
by Meriwether Lewis and William Clark April 20, 1805April 22, 1805April 21, 1805 Sunday April 21st 1805. Set out at an early hour this morning. Capt Clark walked on shore; the wind…Amy Lowell: Patterns
PatternsI walk down the garden paths, And all the daffodils Are blowing, and the bright blue squills. I walk down the patterned garden-paths In my stiff, brocaded gown. With my powdered hair…The Journals of Lewis & Clark: May 31, 1805
by Meriwether Lewis and William Clark May 30, 1805June 1, 1805May 31, 1805 Friday May 31st 1805. This morning we proceeded at an early hour with the two perogues leaving the canoes…The Journals of Lewis & Clark: July 20, 1804
by Meriwether Lewis and William Clark July 19, 1804July 21, 1804July 20, 1804 July 20th Friday 1804, a fog this morning and verry Cool George Drewyer Sick proceed on over a Sand bar,…The Journals of Lewis & Clark: October 7, 1804
by Meriwether Lewis and William Clark October 6, 1804October 8, 1804October 7, 1804 7th of October Sunday 1804 frost last night, passed a River 90 yds. wide the Ricaras Call Sur-war-…The Journals of Lewis & Clark: October 19, 1804
by Meriwether Lewis and William Clark October 18, 1804October 20, 1804October 19, 1804 19th of October Friday 1804. Set out early under a gentle Breeze from the S. E. more timber than…Men's Olympic Track & Field
Find Olympic gold-medal performances in all men's track and field events. 100 meters200 meters400 meters800 meters1500 meters5000 meters10,000 metersMarathon110-meter Hurdles400-meter…Sara Teasdale: Nightfall
NightfallWe will never walk again As we used to walk at night, Watching our shadows lengthen Under the gold street-light When the snow was new and white.We will never walk again Slowly,…The Journals of Lewis & Clark: April 20, 1805
by Meriwether Lewis and William Clark April 19, 1805April 21, 1805April 20, 1805 Saturday April 20th 1805. The wind continued to blow tolerably hard this morning but by no means as…A. E. Housman: This time of year a twelvemonth past,
This time of year a twelvemonth past, When Fred and I would meet, We needs must jangle, till at last We fought and I was beat.So then the summer fields about, Till rainy days began, Rose…