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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His fame has been enhanced and magnified through a host of ballads and romances.
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His journey in 1806, from Paris to Greece, Constantinople, Palestine, Egypt, and Carthage.
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"It was in these disastrous days that Chateaubriand arose, and bent the force of his lofty mind to restore the fallen but imperishable faith of his fathers."
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"All my works relate to the Fatherland, from whose soil they derive their strength."
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From the information coming out about the Titan submersible, it feels like Aeschylus could have written this play himself, but would have said, “This is so blatantly obvious that nobody will be
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I do not propose in this paper to enter into any general inquiry about the best method of writing history. Such inquiries appear to me to be of no real value, for
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It is with heavy heart that we report that our good friend and MOTW Poet Laureate, Ian McLeod, has passed away. He was too young, and he will be dearly missed. Offer
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There are two great classes among writers: those who are echoes and those who are voices.
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For him Februaries came in two flavors: and the savory one he’d only tasted once. Food, like most Februaries, like this one, tasted like ash by that point. A heart is a
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