A Tree Grows in Brooklyn, by Betty Smith
> Mary Rommely, his wife and Francie's grandmother, was a saint. She had no education; she could not read or write her own name, »
How Green Was My Valley, by Richard Llewellyn
> I remember well trying to think about mankind. I used to try to build up something that would look like mankind because the word Man »
The Song of Wandering Aengus, by William Butler Yeats
> I went out to the hazel wood, Because a fire was in my head, And cut and peeled a hazel wand, And hooked a berry »
Swamp Witch and the Tea-Drinking Man, by David Nickle
> Swamp witch squinted. > "Annabel?" she called. > "Yes'm." > From around the top corner of the doorframe, Annabel »
Arms and the Boy, by Wilfred Owen
> Let the boy try along this bayonet-blade How cold steel is, and keen with hunger of blood; Blue with all malice, like a madman& »