Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
by Robert Frost Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill…
by Robert Frost Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill…
Smiling inanely at a hare racing up and down the Norfolk sand dunes at dawn, tracking the dumpy knots wheeling up into the dusk sky as the tide rolls in…
Whether dangling, hanging or unattached, I’m often amused by participles that relate to an unintended subject. Oops! Did I really mean to say that I’m amused by mishandled modifiers when…
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