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Articles 2521 - 2550 of 3359
Full-Text Articles in Poetry
Volume 17, Issue 1: Full Issue
The Harvest, Marga Lee Carter
The Harvest, Marga Lee Carter
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There once was a tiny speck of the universe called World.
The Pride Of The Elements, C. Bruce Brooks
The Pride Of The Elements, C. Bruce Brooks
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It had been a cloudy, threatening morning, and at two o'clock the St111 had yet t? make its appearance when I entered a lookout cabin stationed at the highest point on the south rim of the Grand Canyon in Arizona. This was the last stop on my tour of the Southwest, and here, along with about forty other tourists, I was to hear a lecture on the subject of one of Nature's great wonders, the Grand Canyon of the mighty Colorado River.
Fugitive From A Ballot Box, Richard Miller
Fugitive From A Ballot Box, Richard Miller
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Politics is full of grit and gravel." This sentence sums up Thoreau's deprecatory view of politics. One must, when considering Thoreau's thoughts on politics, realize that to him politics was not the party machinery and contests between factions which are the popular connotations word, but a broad, general term which embraced government and social interaction of the individual...
Nuts And Raisins, Eleanor Felts
Modern Frontiers, J. E. Stromberg
Modern Frontiers, J. E. Stromberg
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The most common grievance of our generation is that of the lack of frontiers. Our forefathers had unknown lands to develop, unknown oceans to cross, and unknown lands to civilize. Our complaint is that everything worth doing has already been done. With few exceptions, the whole world has been explored and settled and more or less civilized; our oceans have been charted; our industries have been highly developed. Where do we go now?
Traveling In A Strange Country, Roseline Intrater
Traveling In A Strange Country, Roseline Intrater
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Which is the road to Quebec?" I inquired. The children looked at each other and giggled. "Nous ne parlons pas anglais" they chorused. I tried again. "Quel est le chemin a Quebec" I offered hopefully. The answer was nothing my high school French teacher had prepared me to understand. For the first time I had an inkling of how it feels to be a foreigner in a strange country and hopelessly lost besides...
The Rise And Fall Of Herbert Oswald Smith, Tom Pease
The Rise And Fall Of Herbert Oswald Smith, Tom Pease
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Herbert Oswald Smith was a very singular man, and he decided that the world was not a fit place in which to live..
Smile Good-Bye, Johanna Jones
Smile Good-Bye, Johanna Jones
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The house was really a studio. Books filled the shelves and lay around on the tables. Here and there were objects in the process of construction--chairs being caned, dresses being stitched, lectures being composed...
The Fallacy Of Extreme Pacifism, Robert E. Malsberry
The Fallacy Of Extreme Pacifism, Robert E. Malsberry
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(The Editor Invites Contributions Concerning This Subject From A Different Point Of View)
Reality: Each Day I Escape It, Chester Perkins
Reality: Each Day I Escape It, Chester Perkins
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I was dreaming. But the realness of my dream with frighteningly vivid and at the same time morbid, and as it progressed it took on nightmarish proportions...
Father's Day In Hollywood, Mary Jane White
Father's Day In Hollywood, Mary Jane White
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It is Father's Day in Hollywood, especially in the gorgeous Beverly Hills home of the glamorous actress, Roberta Duprez Conley Enfield Morgan Stienfeld Stable Golightly Montjoy, the former Mamie Snitch.
Cabbage Stew, William Griffith
Cabbage Stew, William Griffith
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I pulled my left arm from beneath the warm pile of blankets and coverlets. With small forefinger I touched the crystalline sheet of ice that covered the small window above my bed. The contact was strange: along my arm the minute, pale hairs rose with the goose pimples; a queer trembling passed through my body; my small bed trembled; and the hairs on my head seemed to want to pull from their roots. I quickly put my arm back under the comforting warmth of the blankets and pressed my nose into the pillow...
Two Poems, Frances King
Two Poems, Frances King
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Poems include: The Conversation and For a Small Child.
No Cause For Alarm, Mrs. Temple, Barbara Sims
No Cause For Alarm, Mrs. Temple, Barbara Sims
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...Some clays later, kind Providence saw fit to afflict me with tonsilitis, and by the time I had recovered, the reverberations of the incident had endled and so had my mother's quest for culture.
The City, Roger Chittick
The City, Roger Chittick
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Slowly, inevitably, as out of a moving mist, he could begin to distinguish form. They blurred and retreated, then advanced again, gradually becoming more distinct. He was experiencing things as a man just reviving from unconsciousness after a hard blow on the head, or as a man who has drunk too much might slowly and with effort attempt to establish once again a mental contact with the world of time and space. The again, perhaps this was not it at all; perhaps this slow revelation was really taking years; perhaps he was passing through the first years of life and …
Introduction To Death, Joan Owen
Introduction To Death, Joan Owen
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Death meets each of us some time. But perhaps, the most vivid memory of death springs from the first introduction. I shall never forget the little duck named Ivory, who acquainted me with death.
Two Poems, William Griffith
Night Guard At A Mausoleum, Stanley Levine
The Linguistic Adventures Of Leo And Neo, Kenneth Hopkins
The Linguistic Adventures Of Leo And Neo, Kenneth Hopkins
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The problems forced upon civilization by the development of languages are numerous, baffling, and elusive of solution. These problems, furthermore, have never been comprehensively catalogued, and thus have escaped detection by the masses who labor on, under the resulting handicaps, oblivious of the fact that their every action is molded, inhibited, guided and otherwise affected by language...
Death, Or Return Me, Jack Harris Monninger
The Reparation, Patty Lewis
The Reparation, Patty Lewis
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The principle stopped checking the list and looked at his secretary. "Miss Adams, he asked, "isn't Ann Lupesko the girl with the thick, steel-rimmed glasses?"...
Poems, Frances King
Poems, Frances King
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Poems include: The Designer, That Year, and The Penitent
Blake And The Child, Sally Forsythe
Blake And The Child, Sally Forsythe
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In "The Lamb" from Songs of Innocence, William Blake captured the sensitive imaginativeness, the knowledge and the awareness of childhood in a filigree of delicate language, verse form, and understanding. He lifted the veil of childhood and revealed that period of life in which imagination, not yet restricted, gives the child a pure understanding of God an his relations to Him and the the world about him...
The Peanut Butter Sandwich, Mavis King
The Peanut Butter Sandwich, Mavis King
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Precisely at 7:45 a.m. Miss Benson came through the revolving doors of the Squibb building, her long, flat-heeled oxfords clunking solidly on the tiled corridor...
On Movie Cliches, Joe Dutton
The Judgement, Basil J. Raymond
Canadian Jargon, Mary Bertrand