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Eugene Onegin: A Novel in Verse : The Bollingen Prize Translation in the Onegin Stanza, Extensively Revised

Eugene Onegin: A Novel in Verse : The Bollingen Prize Translation in the Onegin Stanza, Extensively Revised

Candle-lightin' time, by Paul Laurence Dunbar; ...

Candle-lightin' time, by Paul Laurence Dunbar; ...

The Sport of the Gods by Paul Laurence Dunbar Important Quotes: 1) "I went to my bureau to-night for something and found the money gone; then I remember that when I opened it two days ago I must have left the key in the lock, as I found it to-night." (p.7) 2) "Don't stop to accuse yourself. Our only hope in this matter lies in prompt action. Where was the money?"

The Sport of the Gods by Paul Laurence Dunbar Important Quotes: 1) "I went to my bureau to-night for something and found the money gone; then I remember that when I opened it two days ago I must have left the key in the lock, as I found it to-night." (p.7) 2) "Don't stop to accuse yourself. Our only hope in this matter lies in prompt action. Where was the money?"

Jump Back, Paul: The Life and Poems of Paul Laurence Dunbar

Jump Back, Paul: The Life and Poems of Paul Laurence Dunbar

The Uncalled - A Novel by Paul Laurence Dunbar

The Uncalled - A Novel by Paul Laurence Dunbar

Mirror  I am silver and exact. I have no preconceptions. Whatever I see I swallow immediately Just as it is, unmisted by love or dislike. I am not cruel, only truthful ‚ The eye of a little god, four-cornered. Most of the time I meditate on the opposite wall. It is pink, with speckles. I have looked at it so long I think it is part of my heart. But it flickers. Faces and darkness separate us over and over.  Now I am a lake. A woman bends over me, Searching my reaches for what she really is…

Mirror I am silver and exact. I have no preconceptions. Whatever I see I swallow immediately Just as it is, unmisted by love or dislike. I am not cruel, only truthful ‚ The eye of a little god, four-cornered. Most of the time I meditate on the opposite wall. It is pink, with speckles. I have looked at it so long I think it is part of my heart. But it flickers. Faces and darkness separate us over and over. Now I am a lake. A woman bends over me, Searching my reaches for what she really is…

The Tragedy of Pudd'nhead Wilson by Mark Twain

The Tragedy of Pudd'nhead Wilson by Mark Twain

"A Sort Of A Song"  by William Carlos Williams

"A Sort Of A Song" by William Carlos Williams

The voyage of the Artic Tern bu Hugh Montgomery

The voyage of the Artic Tern bu Hugh Montgomery

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