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Rachel - A Play in Three Acts
by Angelina Weld GrimkéThe scene is a room scrupulously neat and clean and plainly furnished. The walls are painted green, the woodwork, white. In the rear at the left an open doorway leads into a hall. Its bare, green wall and white baseboard are all that can be seen of it. It leads into the other rooms of the flat. In the centre of the rear wall of the room is a window..
The Cathedral
by James Russell LowellThe Cathedral, by James Russell Lowell. Dr. Johnson’s sturdy self-respect led him to invent the Bookseller as a substitute for the Patron. My relations with you have enabled me to discover how pleasantly the Friend may replace the Bookseller. Let me record my sense of many thoughtful services by associating your name with a poem which owes its..
Derval Hampton - A Story of the Sea, Volume 1 (of 2)
by James GrantGreville Hampton and his wife Mary—her hands busy with work—were seated in the ivy-clad porch of their little cottage on a bright evening in summer. Before them, at the end of the vista down the dell in which it stood, lay the waters of the English Channel glittering in sunlight, as it rolled away from Rockham Bay to craggy Hartland Point, a sheer ..
Derval Hampton - A Story of the Sea, Volume 2 (of 2)
by James GrantAnother long spell of the sea, including several voyages and some stirring adventures, was before Derval now, with a protracted absence from Britain. The ship was not getting ready for sea, so Captain Talbot was on shore, when a hansom cab deposited Derval and his belongings close by the gangway that led on board, where he was warmly welcomed by Jo..
Antonia
by George SandThe time was the month of April, 1785, and the place Paris, where the spring that year was a genuine spring. The garden was in holiday attire, the greensward was studded with marguerites, the birds were singing, and the lilacs grew so straight and so close to Julien's window, that their fragrant clusters actually entered his room and strewed the wh..
Jingles
by Frank J. MedinaALONEIt’s queer how seasons affect us sometimes,BOARDER’S SOLILOQUYTo board or not to board? That is the question,ECHOES FROM THE SEADrifting along in my gallant craft,ESCAPED FROM THE LAWThey started out all bright and gay,GOING, GOING, GONEWhere are you going, my dear young man?HER GENTLEMAN FRIENDHe’s tall, handsome; eyes of blue;I’S OO BOYI hug..
Quicksands
by B. M. CrokerOne sultry September afternoon, some years ago, my brother Ronald and I, being tired and dusty, found a temporary resting-place on the parapet of a little old bridge that spanned a sleepy stream. Through a thin silk blouse a comforting sun beat upon my back, and I was serenely conscious of an unusual sense of happiness and well-being—though I owed ..
Around the Boree Log and Other Verses
by John O'BrienOh, stick me in the old caboose this night of wind and rain,And let the doves of fancy loose to bill and coo again.I want to feel the pulse of love that warmed the blood like wine;I want to see the smile above this kind old land of mine.So come you by your parted ways that wind the wide world through,And make a ring around the blaze the way we used..