Because its myriad glimmering plumes Like a great army's stir and wave; Because its golden billows blooms, The poor man's barren walks… — Lucy Larcom Copy Share Image
I'm in East L.A., like Mount Washington, Highland Park. There's a little strip that they're gentrifying, trying to make a hip spot,… — King Tuff Copy Share Image
Such do not always understand the authors whose names adorn their barren pages, and which are taken, too, from the third or… — Isaac D'Israeli Copy Share Image
“Set me on barren planes where no summer breeze revives a tree, in a zone of the earth oppressed by clouds and… — Horace Copy Share Image
