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From childhood’s hour I have not been
As others were; I have not seen… 137 more words
“Poetry is the rhythmical creation of beauty in words..”
The chicken walked in lonesome stride
Along the road’s abandoned side.
Then glancing o’er the street he swore
He saw the visage of Lenore:
That sweet hen whose passing wrought the… 17 more words
Go outside tonight and look up into the sky. What do you see?
A bunch of bright points in the sky: the light from far away stars (unless you’re in Britain, in that case the sky will probably be cloudy). 730 more words
Sometimes the articles or books you read seem to drift your way across a cosmic web of destiny. Or via a simple twist of fate. Particularly specific passages from the masterpieces of literature. 986 more words