There is one thing that ought to be taught in all the colleges,Which is that people ought to be taught not to go around always making apologies.I don’t mean the…
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The summer like a rajah dies,And every widowed treeKindles for Congregationalist eyesAn alien suttee.
Beneath this slabJohn Brown is stowed.He watched the adsAnd not the road.
One way to be very happy is to be very richFor then you can buy orchids by the quire and bacon by the flitch.And yet at the same time People…
I have a bone to pick with Fate.Come here and tell me, girlie,Do you think my mind is maturing late,Or simply rotted early?
ORThe Child Is Father Of The Man, But Not For Quite A While So Thomas EdisonNever drank his medicine;So Blackstone and HoyleRefused cod-liver oil;So Sir Thomas MaloryNever heard of a…