The morning breaks; the steeds in their stalls Stamp and neigh, as the hostler calls;... The day returns, but nevermore Returns the traveler to the shore, And the tide rises, the tide falls.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The tide rises, the tide falls, The twilight darkens, the curlew calls;... Along the sea-sands damp and brown The traveler hastens toward the town, And the tide rises, the tide falls.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
My weary limbs are scarcely stretched for repose, before red dawn peeps into my chamber window, and the birds in the whispering le...aves over the roof, apprise me by their sweetest notes that another day of toil awaits me. I arise, the harness is hastily adjusted and once more I step upon the tread-mill.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The more I live here in western Europe, the more I am impressed by the sense of decay;Mnot the graceful and dignified decay of an ...oriental, but the vulgar and sordid decay of a bankrupt cotton-mill.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Stupid or smart, there wasn't much choice about what was going to happen to me ... Growing up was like falling into a hole.... I m...ight not quit school, not while Mama had any say in the matter, but what difference would that make? What was I going to do in five years? Work in the textile mill? Join Mama at the diner? It all looked bleak to me. No wonder people got crazy as they grew up.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
There was a young lady of Ryde Who was carried far out by the tide.... Cried a man-eating shark, "How's this for a lark? I knew that the Lord would provide."LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »