American-Literature
The doctor went to his office in a back room and brought a photograph which showed a hand that had been withered almost as small ...
that they, the people who disliked us, did not understand. We ourselves all understood the Cova, where it was rich and warm and ...
The major came very regularly to the hospital. I do not think he ever missed a day, although I am sure he did not believe in the ...
"I am sorry," he said, and patted me on the shoulder with his good hand. "I would not be rude. My wife has just died. You must f ...
FAREWELL, MY LOVELY BY E. B. WHITE E. B. White ( 1899-1985) was a noted essayist, journalist, and children’s author. His associa ...
Farewell, My Lovely by E. B. White I see by the new Sears Roebuck catalogue that it is still possible to buy an axle for a 1909 ...
letting in the clutch with anything like the forthright abandon that used to send Model T on its way. Letting in a clutch is a n ...
bought rubber pedal pads, to fit over the standard metal pedals. (I didn't like these, I remember.) Persons of a suspicious or p ...
which you checked by racing around to the driver's seat and retarding the throttle. Often, if the emergency brake hadn't been pu ...
their draft-horse philosophy: 'Let 'er cool off and she'll snap into it again.' A Ford owner had Number One Bearing constantly i ...
The days were golden, the nights were dim and strange. I still recall with trembling those loud, nocturnal crises when you drew ...
CHICAGO BY CARL SANDBURG Carl Sandburg (1878-1967) worked a series of odd jobs after leaving school at thirteen. He enlisted in ...
Chicago by Carl Sandburg Hog Butcher for the World, Tool Maker, Stacker of Wheat, Player with Railroads and the Nation's Freight ...
Bragging and laughing that under his wrist is the pulse, and under his ribs the heart of the people, Laughing! Laughing the stor ...
GRASS Pile the bodies high at Austerlitz and Waterloo. Shovel them under and let me work— I am the grass; I cover all. And pile ...
STOPPING BY WOODS ON A SNOWY EVENING BY ROBERT FROST Robert Frost (1874-1963) was undoubtedly the face (and voice) of American p ...
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening by Robert Frost Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village though; H ...
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BIRCHES by Robert Frost When I see birches bend to left and right Across the lines of straighter darker trees, I like to think s ...
Up to the brim, and even above the brim. Then he flung outward, feet first, with a swish, Kicking his way down through the air t ...
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