The very dogs were all asleep, and the flies, drunk with moist sugar in the grocer's shop, forgot their wings and briskness, and b...aked to death in dusty corners of the window.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Truly, a peck of provender, I could munch your good dry oats. Methinks I have a great desire to a bottle of hay. Good hay, sweet h...ay hath no fellow.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
This is the Night Mail crossing the Border, Bringing the cheque and the postal order,... Letters for the rich, letters for the poor, The shop at the corner, the girl next door.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »