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A Dill Pickle  by KATHERINE MANSFIELD

And then, after six years, she saw him again.

Temporal Happiness from Fruits of Solitude  by WILLIAM PENN

24 February 2006
Vol. 5, No. 4
nonfiction

Too few know when they have Enough; and fewer know how to employ it.

Sonnet 6: Then let not winter's ragged hand deface  by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE

19 February 2006
Vol. 5, No. 4
poetry, sonnet, rhyme

Then let not winter's ragged hand deface

In thee thy summer, ere thou be distill'd…

Sonnet 116: Let me not to the marriage of true minds  by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE

16 February 2006
Vol. 5, No. 4
poetry, sonnet, rhyme

Let me not to the marriage of true minds

Admit impediments. Love is not love

Which alters when it alteration finds…

The Passionate Shepherd to His Love  by CHRISTOPHER MARLOWE

14 February 2006
Vol. 5, No. 4
poetry, love poem, rhyme

Come live with me and be my Love…

The Four Ages of Poetry  by THOMAS LOVE PEACOCK

Poetry, like the world, may be said to have four ages, but in a different order: the first age of poetry being the age of iron; the second, of gold; the third, of silver; and the fourth, of brass.

The Substitute  by FRANÇOIS COPPÉE

He was scarcely ten years old when he was arrested for the first time for vagabondage.

The Wave Theory of Light  by SIR WILLIAM THOMSON

Let observers observe the blue sky not only in winter when the earth is covered with snow, but in summer when it is covered with dark green foliage. This will help to unravel the complicated phenomena in question.

Jenny Kiss'd Me  by JAMES HENRY LEIGH HUNT

12 December 2005
Vol. 5, No. 4
poetry, light verse, rhyme

Jenny kiss'd me when we met,

   Jumping from the chair she sat in;

Time, you thief, who love to get

   Sweets into your list, put that in!

Wandering Willie's Tale  by SIR WALTER SCOTT

28 November 2005
Vol. 5, No. 3
fiction, short story

What his wife mentioned of his being a tale-teller as well as a musician now occurred to me; and as, you know, I like tales of superstition, I begged to have a specimen of his talent as we went along.

The Law of Hippocrates  by  HIPPOCRATES

Medicine is of all the arts the most noble…

The Oath of Hippocrates  by  HIPPOCRATES

I will follow that system of regimen which, according to my ability and judgment, I consider for the benefit of my patients, and abstain from whatever is deleterious and mischievous.

The Old Familiar Faces  by CHARLES LAMB

20 November 2005
Vol. 5, No. 3
poetry, elegy

I have had playmates, I have had companions

In my days of childhood, in my joyful school-days;

All, all are gone, the old familiar faces.

Let Us Drink and Be Merry  by THOMAS JORDAN

19 November 2005
Vol. 5, No. 3
poetry, light verse, rhyme

Let us drink and be merry, dance, joke, and rejoice,

With claret and sherry, theorbo and voice!

The Outcasts of Poker Flat  by FRANCIS BRET HARTE

12 October 2005
Vol. 5, No. 3
fiction

As Mr. John Oakhurst, gambler, stepped into the main street of Poker Flat on the morning of the twenty-third of November, 1850, he was conscious of a change in its moral atmosphere since the preceding night.

I'll tell you how the Sun rose—  by EMILY DICKINSON

16 September 2005
Vol. 5, No. 3
poetry

Safe in their Alabaster Chambers—

Untouched by Morning—

And untouched by Noon—

Lie the meek members of the Resurrection—

Rafter of Satin—and Roof of Stone!

We play at Paste—  by EMILY DICKINSON

15 September 2005
Vol. 5, No. 3
poetry

We play at Paste—

Till qualified, for Pearl—

Then, drop the Paste—

And deem ourself a fool—

The nearest Dream recedes—unrealized—  by EMILY DICKINSON

14 September 2005
Vol. 5, No. 3
poetry

The Heaven we chase,

Like the June Bee—before the School Boy,

Invites the Race—

Stoops—to an easy Clover—

Safe in their Alabaster Chambers—  by EMILY DICKINSON

13 September 2005
Vol. 5, No. 3
poetry

But how he set—I know not—

There seemed a purple stile

That little Yellow boys and girls

Were climbing all the while—

Letter to Thomas Higginson on 15 April 1862  by EMILY DICKINSON

Are you too deeply occupied to say if my Verse is alive?

The Mind is so near itself—it cannot see, distinctly—and I have none to ask—

The Dead Dolly  by MARGARET VANDERGRIFT

You needn't be trying to comfort me,

I tell you my Dolly is dead!

There's no use in saying she isn't

With a crack like that in her head.

To His Watch  by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS

12 August 2005
Vol. 5, No. 2
poetry, rhyme

The telling time our task is; time's some part,

Not all, but we were framed to fail and die—

One spell and well that one. There, ah thereby

Is comfort's carol of all or woe's worst smart.

I wake and feel the fell of dark, not day.  by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS

8 August 2005
Vol. 5, No. 2
poetry, sonnet, rhyme

I wake and feel the fell of dark, not day.

What hours, O what black hours we have spent

This night! what sights you, heart, saw; ways you went!

Hermann and Dorothea: 9. Urania  by JOHANN WOLFGANG VON GOETHE

Muses, O ye who the course of true love so willingly favor…

 

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