There rises the moon, broad and tranquil, through the branches of a walnut tree on a hill opposite. I apostrophize it in… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
On my cornice linger the ripe black grapes ungathered; Children fill the groves with the echoes of their glee, Gathering tawny chestnuts,… — William C. Bryant Copy Share Image
I first saw the site for Disneyland back in 1953, In those days it was all flat land - no rivers, no… — Walt Disney Copy Share Image
How do you write? You write, man, you write, that's how, and you do it the way the old English walnut tree… — William Saroyan Copy Share Image
My wife Ann and I had been digging during the day, transplanting lilies from the front of this abandoned farmhouse back down… — Larry Towell Copy Share Image
