Not because of his eyes, the eyes of a bird, but because he is beaked, birdlike, to do an injury, has the turtle attracted you.

A power-house in the shape of a red brick chair 90 feet high on the seat of which

These are the desolate, dark weeks when nature in its barrenness equals the stupidity of man. The year plunges into night

the back wings of the hospital where nothing will grow lie

Winter is long in this climate and spring—a matter of a few days only,—a flower or two picked from mud or from among wet leaves or at best against treacherous

You sullen pig of a man you force me into the mud with your stinking ash-cart! Brother! —if we were rich

The coroner’s merry little childre… Have such twinkling brown eyes. Their father is not of gay men And their mother jocular in no wis… Yet the coroner’s merry little chi…

Why go further? One might conceivably rectify the rhythm, study all out and arrive at the perfection of a tiger lily or a china doorknob. One might lift all out of the ruck, be a worthy...

a trouble archaically fettered to produce E Pluribus Unum an island