The Lowest of the Low / James Joyce
Had her father only avoided the clutches of the demon drink, by taking the pledge or those powders the drink habit cured in Pearson’s Weekly, she might now be rolling in her carriage, second to none. Over and over had she told herself that as she mused by the dying embers in a […]
Lost Lagoon/ Pauline Johnson
Lost Lagoon It is dusk on the Lost Lagoon, And we two dreaming the dusk away, Beneath the drift of a twilight grey, Beneath the drowse of an ending day, And the curve of a golden moon. It is dark in the Lost Lagoon, And gone are the depths of haunting blue, The grouping […]
