by EmilyDickinsonAutumnThe HemlockBeclouded Beclouded The sky is low, the clouds are mean,
A travelling flake of snow
Across a barn or through a rut
Debates if it will go. A narrow wind…
by EmilyDickinsonProblemsMy CricketThe Juggler of Day The Juggler of Day Blazing in gold and quenching in purple,
Leaping like leopards to the sky,
Then at the feet of the old horizon…
The 2001 first team All-America selections of the National Soccer Coaches Association of America (NSCAA). Holdovers from the combined 2000 All-America team are in bold type.
GOALKEEPER—Emily…
Naughty Nan"Fritz, I've got a new idea," cried Mrs. Bhaer, as she met her husband one day after school. "Well, my dear, what is it?" and he waited willingly to hear the new plan, for some of…
by Robert Burns Fragment-Her Flowing LocksTo A Mouse, On Turning Her Up ...Halloween[1] The following poem will, by many readers, be well enough understood; but for the sake of those who…
Some Other Sucker's ParadeA&M Short on frills, glitz, glamour or hype, the quietly unassuming rockers known as Del Amitri have carved out their piece of the pie quite nicely since the…
Sounds of the WinterSounds of the winter too,
Sunshine upon the mountains—many a distant strain
From cheery railroad train—from nearer field, barn, house,
The whispering air—even the mute…
