by Rudyard Kipling It was not part of their blood, It came to them very late, With long arrears to make good, When the Saxon began to hate. They were not easily
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"None hold the horn of late and men neglect the tower. When the walls are in ill repair the Saracens come: it was ever so."
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As Poet Laureate for the Men of the West, I suppose I’m uniquely qualified to write this article. But mostly I’m plagiarizing my old college lit prof, Dr. C., who deeply influenced
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Editor’s note: The following is extracted from Lectures Delivered in America, by Charles Kingsley (published 1875). Let me begin this lecture with a scene in the North Atlantic 863 years since. ‘Bjarne
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Editor’s Note: Our good friend, Moira Greyland, has penned another good one. She offered it to us to run, and we jumped at the chance. The Left has some very strange ideas
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Romance is perhaps the highest point of human expression, except indeed religion, to which it is closely allied. Romance resembles religion especially in this, that it is not only a simplification but
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He who is Sultan so remote to the East that his dominions were deemed fabulous in Babylon, whose name is a by-word for distance today in the streets of Bagdad, whose capital
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Pickwick is in Dickens’s career the mere mass of light before the creation of sun or moon. It is the splendid, shapeless substance of which all his stars were ultimately made.
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A farmer, whose poultry-yard had suffered severely from the foxes, succeeded at last in catching one in a trap. "Ah, you rascal!" said he, as he saw him struggling, "I'll teach you
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"Biden is...kept alive and healthy in as many ways as modern science has to offer. But the entities speaking through the man are not his voice."
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Let us think for a while upon what the Stage was once, in a republic of the past—what it may be again, I sometimes dream, in some republic of the future.
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