Where today are the Pequot? Where are the Narragansett, the Mohican, the Pcanet, and other powerful tribes of our people? They have… — Tecumseh Copy Share Image
“Lookin' at ye is like baskin' in the summer sun after a long, cold winter. 'Tis like seein' home after a battle… — Paula Quinn Copy Share Image
“A large and comfortable double-bedded room had been placed at our disposal, and I was quickly between the sheets, for I was… — Arthur Conan Doyle Copy Share Image
“All things bright and beautiful, All creatures great and small, All things wise and wonderful, The Lord God made them all. Each… — Cecil Frances Alexander Copy Share Image
All things bright and beautiful, All creatures great and small, All things wise and wonderful, Evolution made them all. Each little flower… — Steve Fowler Copy Share Image
Where today are the Pequot? Where are the Narragansett, the Mohican, the Pokanoket, and many other once powerful tribes of our people?… — Tecumseh Copy Share Image
“To wish for the happiest days is to wish for a season of sorrow; for it is only after prolonged, wintry darkness… — Richelle E. Goodrich Copy Share Image
Word to my mama, Im out of my lima bean, Dont wanna see what that drama mean, get some Dramamine, Llama scream,… — Cory Gunz Copy Share Image
“We owned a garden on a hill, We planted rose and daffodil, Flowers that English poets sing, And hoped for glory in… — Vita Sackville-West Copy Share Image
What is life, when wanting love? Night without a morning; Love's the cloudless summer sun, Nature gay adorning. — Anonymous Copy Share Image
In the depths of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer. — Albert Camus Copy Share Image
“Then think of this as an adventure." I kissed hi cheek. "So which flower should I be?" He curled me close to… — Lisa Mangum Copy Share Image
The river itself portrays humanity precisely, with its tortuous windings, its accumulation of driftwood, its unsuspected depths, and its crystalline shallows, singing… — Myrtle Reed Copy Share Image
I tried on the farmer's hat, Didn't fit. . . A little too small - just a bit Too floppy. . .… — Shel Silverstein Copy Share Image
“I’d hate you to lose it before you got your tongue, fingers, and cock inside of me.” “Tate…” Logan said, looking over… — Ella Frank Copy Share Image
When the long, varnished buds of beech Point out beyond their reach, And tanned by summer suns Leaves of bright bryony turn… — Andrew Young Copy Share Image
To him, who still would gaze upon the glory of the summer sun, there comes, when that sun will from him part,… — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share Image
“Walk tall as the trees, Live strong as the mountains, Be gentle as the spring winds, Keep the warmth of the summer… — American Indian Copy Share Image
“The summer sun bowing out threw slashes of colour between the buildings. London looked big, empty, and lonely. She stood in the… — Sara Pascoe Copy Share Image
“There was nothing very cheerful about the cold, and yet there was an air of cheerfulness that the cleverest summer air and… — David Levithan Copy Share Image
“And boyhood is a summer sun / Whose waning is the dreariest one-- / For all we live to know is known,… — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share Image
