Poetry
The Dead NOT till my Spirit's naked and ashamed, And free of mortal flesh, would I desire To sit in close communion with the dead. I would not hear a friend exclaim in ire- "......
On The Downs
ONLY the harebells and the turf are near; The bumble booms, beseeching all around- - Hark the eternal, hot, insistent sound— Even the flints to rouse themselves and hear. But......
La Litterature Francaise
d'auj ourd'hui fD'ux CORRESPONDANT FRANcAIS.] P RESQUE toutes les gloires d'avant-guerre ont dis- paru ; sauf le philosophe Bergson, tons ceux qui stir% ivent, eomme M. Bourget,......
A Hundred Years Ago
"THE SPECTATOR," MAY 18TH, 1833. A Tome Snow.—Had we received Mr. Gitoord's card of invitation to inspect his Tulip-bads at any other time than the present. ton chances to one......
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