The Prize Cat by E.J. Pratt

Pure blood domestic, guaranteed, Soft-mannered, musical in purr, The ribbon had declared the breed, Gentility was in the fur Such feline culture in the gads No anger ever arched her back-- What distance since those velvet pads Departed from the leopard's track! And when I mused how Time had thinned The jungle strains within the... Continue Reading →

On the Sea by John Keats

On the Sea It keeps eternal whisperings around  Desolate shores, and with its mighty swell  Gluts twice ten thousand caverns, till the spell  Of Hecate leaves them their old shadowy sound.  Often 'tis in such gentle temper found,  That scarcely will the very smallest shell  Be moved for days from whence it sometime fell,  When... Continue Reading →

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