Still I Rise by Maya Angelou
You may write me down in history With your bitter, twisted lies, You may tread…
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Life is Fine by Langston Hughes
I went down to the river, I set down on the bank. I tried to…
If by Rudyard Kipling
If you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming…
Aloha Oe by Jack London
Never are there such departures as from the dock at Honolulu. The great transport lay…
A True Story, Repeated Word for Word As I Heard It by Mark Twain
It was summer time, and twilight. We were sitting on the porch of the farm-house,…
The Nightingale and the Rose by Oscar Wilde
“She said that she would dance with me if I brought her red roses,” cried…
The Furnished Room by O. Henry
Restless, shifting, fugacious as time itself is a certain vast bulk of the population of…
The Child’s Story by Charles Dickens
Once upon a time, a good many years ago, there was a traveller, and he…
Eveline by James Joyce
SHE sat at the window watching the evening invade the avenue. Her head was leaned…
A Vine on a House by Ambrose Bierce
About three miles from the little town of Norton, in Missouri, on the road leading…