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Apr.07.2014
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Dec.21.2013
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Jul.19.2013
Wordsworth and his brother were walking in the English Lakes in late 1799 with fellow poet Samuel Taylor Coleridge when they came upon the modest Dove Cottage in Grasmere. He and his sister Dorothy moved in just weeks later. Although he lived in the cottage for less than a decade, ...
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Jul.13.2013
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Jul.13.2013
"Some of the walls were four feet thick, and there used to be queer noises inside them, as if there might be a little secret staircase. Certainly there were odd little jagged doorways in the wainscot, and things disappeared at night—especially cheese and bacon." - from The Tale of Mrs....
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Jul.08.2013
If you don’t know where the English Lakes are, pull out your trusty map of England and look as far north and west as you can. (Go too far, and you’ll end up in Scotland.) To give you an idea of just how beautiful the Lakes are, when Elizabeth Bennett in Jane Austen’s Pride and Prejudice ...
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Jun.01.2013
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Apr.23.2013
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Apr.23.2012
  Well, the bluebells haven't faded. In the woods of West Sussex, they haven't yet peaked. At least they hadn't yesterday, but they steal up on you so secretly with their gentle interior knowledge that nothing prepares you for the breathtaking spectacle when it smiles into being, silent as...
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Nov.10.2011
The world and I are out of sorts again, disagreeing with life's progress and purpose. Politically, Greece has a new PM, a banker...that should solve everything, I suggest in jaded jest. Friends think Herman Cain should be President, Newt should be his veep, and I laugh and I weep. Do you really? Of...