My Mother Poem by Ann Taylor
– My Mother Poem by Ann Taylor – Who sat and watched my infant head When sleeping on my cradle bed, And tears of sweet affection shed? My Mother. When pain and sickness made
The Amigo
The Amigo culled from The Daughter of the Storage by William Dean Howells The Amigo His name was really Perez Armando Aldeano, but in the end everybody called him the _amigo_, because that was
Table Talk
Table Talk by William Dean Howells Table Talk They were talking after dinner in that cozy moment when the conversation has ripened, just before the coffee, into mocking guesses and laughing suggestions. The
Some Lessons From The School Of Morals
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Somebody’s Mother
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Scene
Scene by William Dean Howells Scene On that loveliest autumn morning, the swollen tide had spread over all the russet levels, and gleamed in the sunlight a mile away. As the contributor moved onward