Winter Song The browns, the olives, and the yellows died, And were swept up to heaven; where they glowed Each dawn and… — Wilfred Owen Copy Share Image
“Love is a word that is constantly heard, Hate is a word that is not. Love, I am told, is more precious… — Ogden Nash Copy Share Image
And when I smiled, 'Bing!' I almost blinded her. She said, 'Great Scot, are you a thief? Seems like you have a… — Slick Rick Copy Share Image
Christ died. He left a will in which He gave His soul to His Father, His body to Joseph of Arimathea, His… — Matthew Henry Copy Share Image
I'll plant and water, sow and weed, Till not an inch of earth shows brown, And take a vow of each small… — E. Nesbit Copy Share Image
Orma moved a pile of books off a stool for me but seated himself directly on another stack. This habit of his… — Rachel Hartman Copy Share Image
