Tamerlane by Edgar Allan Poe Kind solace in a dying hour!Such, father, is not (now) my theme-I will not madly deem that powerOf Earth may shrive me of the sinUnearthly pride hath revell’d in-I have no time to dote or …
Chapter I Lakeside was a pleasant little town of five or six thousand inhabitants, and a rather pretty one, too, as towns go in the Far West. It had church accommodations for thirty-five thousand, which is the way of …
The Story of the Aged Mother, this Japanese folktale tells the story of an unkind ruler who issues cruel orders, including one demand that all old folks are to be abandoned and left to die. Basho tells a poignant stor…
I dreamt a dream! What can it mean?And that I was a maiden QueenGuarded by an Angel mild:Witless woe was ne’er beguiled! And I wept both night and day,And he wiped my tears away;And I wept both day and night,And hid f…
It was a chilly November afternoon. I had just consummated an unusually hearty dinner, of which the dyspeptic truffe formed not the least important item, and was sitting alone in the dining-room with my feet upon the …
On a bright sunny day, an ant was roaming around in the forest in search of water to quench his thirst. After walking for a very long time, he came across a river. ‘Finally! Now I can drink water from this lake’, thou…