The Daemon Lover, by Shirley Jackson
> She had not slept well; from one-thirty, when Jamie left and she went lingeringly to bed, until seven, when she at last allowed herself to »
The Auld Triangle, by Brendan Behan
> All along the banks of the Royal Canal. Brendan Behan [https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Brendan_Behan] »
A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur's Court, by Mark Twain
> The moment I got a chance I slipped aside privately and touched an ancient common looking man on the shoulder and said, in an insinuating, »
Red Right Hand, by Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds
> Take a little walk to the edge of town and go across the tracks Where the viaduct looms, like a bird of doom As it »
Let America Be America Again, by Langston Hughes
> Let America be America again. Let it be the dream it used to be. Let it be the pioneer on the plain Seeking a home »