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
MoreIf you were to seek for the most irrational of all appetites, the one appetite for which you could not give any sort of reason, you would find it to be the
MoreMSA's adaption of H.P. Lovecraft's tale of Antarctic horror, narrated by Conrad Feininger. Part 3 of 10.
MoreMSA's adaption of H.P. Lovecraft's tale of Antarctic horror, narrated by Conrad Feininger. Part 2 of 10.
MoreA fine audio/illustrated adaption of H.P. Lovecraft's tale of Antarctic horror, narrated by Conrad Feininger. Part 1 of 10.
MoreNothing is important except the fate of the soul; and literature is only redeemed from an utter triviality, surpassing that of naughts and crosses, by the fact that it describes not the
MoreRelatively to the other works of Dickens "Oliver Twist" is not of great value, but it is of great importance.
More"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."
MoreAs 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
MoreEditor’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
MoreEditor’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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