"Hope Was But a Timid Friend"
There blows a gale outside,
And in where it is warm
We've gathered to read
Together words both drole
and wise and to wonder
why hope is called a bird.
"Hope was but a timid friend"
Peppermint Tea
And in where it is warm
We've gathered to read
Together words both drole
and wise and to wonder
why hope is called a bird.
"Hope was but a timid friend"
Peppermint Tea
Ellie Shares the Cautionary Tale of Hilaire Belloc's "Mathilda."
Gabriella reads an excerpt from People of the Valley by Frank Waters.
Grant transports us into Wallace Stevens' Sunday Morning.
I read the Emilys, Bronte and Dickinson, on Hope. You, too: "Hope was but a timid friend" and "Hope is the thing with feathers."
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