Summer afternoon - summer afternoon; to me those have always been the two most beautiful words in the English language.

If I were to live my life over again, I would be an American. I would steep myself in America, I would know no other land.

So here it is at last, the distinguished thing!

The full, the monstrous demonstration that Tennyson was not Tennysonian.

To those who do not know mathematics it is difficult to get across a real feeling as to the beauty, the deepest beauty, of nature ... If you want to learn abou…

These are the gardens of the Desert, these The unshorn fields, boundless and beautiful, For which the speech of England has no name- The Prairies.

Dorothea blew out her candle and settled down in the middle of the big spare room bed. An owl called in the woods. 'Not a barn owl, but a tawny,' thought Dick,…