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The thing that attracted me to my husband was his pride. I'll never forget the first time I saw him, standing up… — Jean Carroll Copy Share Image
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From the great trees the locusts cry In quavering ecstatic duo-a boy Shouts a wild call-a mourning dove In the blue distance… — Hamlin Garland Copy Share Image
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Nature is beautiful, and you are in her bosom. That voice of comfort which speaks in the breezes of morning, may visit… — Humphry Davy Copy Share Image
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How innocent were these Trees, that in Mist-green May, blown by a prospering breeze, Stood garlanded and gay; Who now in sundown… — Siegfried Sassoon Copy Share Image
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