 | ||||||
Reading Aloud
ONCE we read Tennyson aloud
In our great fireside chair;
Between the lines my lips could touch
Her April-scented hair.
How very fond I was, to think
The printed poems fair,
When close within my arms I held
A living lyric there!
Christopher Morley
What I like in a good author is not what he says, but what he whispers.
~Logan Pearsall Smith
| ||||||
A word or sentence that is the same front and back (racecar, kayak) is called a "palindrome".
|
