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The siesta (after Millet) by Vincent van Gogh
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And It is a Good Thing

And it is a good thing in winter to be deep in the snow, in…
By Vincent van Gogh
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A Little Bright-eyed Old Man

Many of the tales in this book were told me by one Paddy Flynn, a…
By W. B. Yeats
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This is What You Shall Do

This is what you shall do: Love the earth and sun and the animals, despise…
By Walt Whitman
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What Is A Saint?

What is a saint? A saint is someone who has achieved a remote human possibility.…
By Leonard Cohen
Onieda Shipwreck Disaster Nautical Captain Williams 1870
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The Religion of a Sailor

A sea captain when he stands upon the bridge, or looks out from his deck−house,…
By W. B. Yeats
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My Antonia

I can see them now, exactly as they looked, working about the table in the…
By Willa Cather
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I Ought to Hate You

‘Tell me, does it amuse you very much to torture me? I ought to hate…
By Mikhail Lermontov
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The Fall of a Sparrow

There ’s a special providence in the fall of a sparrow. If it be now,…
By William Shakespeare
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For Whom the Bell Tolls

No man is an island, entire of itself; everyman is a piece of the continent,…
By John Donne
Macbeth
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Life’s But a Walking Shadow

To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day
To…
By William Shakespeare
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