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Strange Fits of Passion Have I Known

Strange fits of passion have I known:
And I will dare to tell,
But in…
By William Wordsworth
Poetry

Cloistered

To-night the little girl-nun died.
Her hands were laid
Across her breast; the last sun…
By Mary Carolyn Davies
Prose

What Did I Hope For?

As for me…what did I hope for, what did I expect, what rich fortune did…
Poetry

A Vivid Girl

Her face is fair and smooth and fine,
Childlike, with secret laughter lit,
Drooping in…
By Clara Shanafelt
Poetry

The Old Stoic

Riches I hold in light esteem,
And Love I laugh to scorn;
And lust of…
By Emily Brontë
Gustavo Adolfo Bécquer on his Death Bed by Vicente Palmaroli
Prose

The Truth

I can imagine someone copying out how Felix Arvers died. It was in a hospital.…
By Rainer Maria Rilke
A Romance by Santiago Rusiñol
Prose

Her Divine Breath

How my heart beats when by accident I touch her finger, or my feet meet…
By Goethe
Poetry

Cézanne

Our door was shut to the noon-day heat.
We could not see him.
We might…
By Alfred Kreymborg
Young Mother Gazing at Her Child - William-Adolphe Bouguereau
Prose

O Mother

O mother: you who are without an equal, who stood before all this silence, long…
By Rainer Maria Rilke
Poetry

In March

On a soaked fence-post a little blue-backed bird,
Opening her sweet throat, has stirred
A…
By Max Eastman
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