“Above his monotonous voice one could hear, now and again, a little wind stray through the drying leaves of the trees. A leaf or two might flutter down, and scratch against the bark of trunk or boughs with a crackling… — Frederic Manning Copy Share Image
To call it a crime against Mankind is to miss at least half its significance, it is also the punishment of a crime. — Frederic Manning Copy Share Image
“Yea, she hath passed hereby, and blessed the sheaves, And the great garths, and stacks, and quiet farms, And all the tawny, and the… — Frederic Manning Copy Share Image
“Death, of course, like chastity, admits of no degree; a man is dead or not dead, and a man is just as dead by… — Frederic Manning Copy Share Image
“Above his monotonous voice one could hear, now and again, a little wind stray through the drying leaves of the trees. A leaf or… — Frederic Manning Copy Share Image
“We are here in a wood of little beeches: And the leaves are like black lace Against a sky of nacre. One bough of… — Frederic Manning Copy Share Image
