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Scene I. A Valley with a neat Cottage on the right, an Arbour on the left, and picturesque Mountains at a distance.
Enter from the cottage, Jasper and Jenkins.
Jenkins:
And so, neighbour, you…
Contributor:
Mordecai Manuel Noah
Places:
New York City, United States of America
Date:
1819
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I had not tasted anything all day long. I had made no preparations on Sabbath eve, so I had nothing to eat on the Sabbath. At that time I was on my own. My wife and children were abroad, and I had…
Contributor:
Shmuel Yosef Agnon
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1933
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Farewell, farewell,
Tomorrow I depart.
I’ve sewn myself a pack
And had my hair cut off.
I’ve got myself a belt
That’s tethered to my chains,
Said good-bye to all my neighbors
Through the wall that…
Contributor:
H. Leivick
Places:
New York, United States of America
Date:
1915
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Gutke found her journal at the bottom of her midwife’s bag and opened it for the first time that year:
Even with my talent for visions, I never would have guessed half of what happened. I suppose that…
Contributor:
Elana Dykewomon
Places:
London, United Kingdom
(Oakland, United States of America)
Date:
1997
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It was agreed that Grandfather and I would go forth at midnight of 1 July. This would present us with fifteen hours. It was agreed, by everyone except for Grandfather and I, that we should travel to…
Contributor:
Jonathan Safran Foer
Date:
2002
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Contributor:
Uri Shulevitz
Places:
New York, United States of America
Date:
1978
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“When I get papa out of jail, we’ll join you. We’ll meet at Strasbourg, don’t worry,” Mama said.
When Alex heard about the entire matter, he said: “No, I don’t want to go. I want Mama.”
Alex was very…
Contributor:
Ruth Almog
Places:
New York City, United States of America
(Bnei Brak, Israel)
Date:
1999
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You strangers with the broad, thick-veined hands,
Crooked legs and faces hard as leather,
Smelling of sea and tar
And of the rust of thick anchor chains;
Oh, you, strangers to all nations and tongues…
Contributor:
Reuven Iceland
Places:
New York, United States of America
Date:
First Half of the 20th Century