Hope (Emily Bronte Poem)
Hope was but a timid friend; She sat without the grated den, Watching how my fate would tend, Even as ...
Hope was but a timid friend; She sat without the grated den, Watching how my fate would tend, Even as ...
You saw sagacious Solomon You know what came of him, To him complexities seemed plain. He cursed the hour that ...
Flesh is heretic. My body is a witch. I am burning it. Yes I am torching ber curves and paps ...
A RETURN TO THE COVER OF THIS BOOK Dear Trout Fishing in America: I met your friend Fritz in Washington ...
SANDBOX MINUS JOHN DILLINGER EQUALS WHAT? Often I return to the cover of Trout Fishing in America. I took the ...
I don't know what it is, but I distrust myself when I start to like a girl a lot. It ...
these hearings endlessly, friends, word is had Henry may be returning to our life adult & difficult. There exist rumors ...
Over the sea our galleys went, With cleaving prows in order brave, To a speeding wind and a bounding wave, ...
OVER the sea our galleys went, With cleaving prows in order brave To a speeding wind and a bounding wave-- ...
(PETER RONSARD _loquitur_.) ``Heigho!'' yawned one day King Francis, ``Distance all value enhances! ``When a man's busy, why, leisure ``Strikes ...
O God, where does this tend-these struggling aims? What would I have? What is this 'sleep', which seems To bound ...
NO more wine? then we'll push back chairs and talk. A final glass for me, though: cool, i' faith! We ...
(As Distinguished by an Italian Person of Quality) I Had I but plenty of money, money enough and to spare, ...
Vanity, saith the preacher, vanity! Draw round my bed: is Anselm keeping back? Nephews -- sons mine -- ah God, ...
You won't become a gourmet* cook By studying our Fannie's book-- Her thoughts on Food & Keeping House Are scarcely ...
Just when I thought there wasn't room enough for another thought in my head, I had this great idea-- call ...
Something strange is creeping across me. La Celestina has only to warble the first few bars Of "I Thought about ...
'O DREARY life,' we cry, ' O dreary life ! ' And still the generations of the birds Sing through ...
I. Dead ! One of them shot by the sea in the east, And one of them shot in the ...
arrive. The Ladies from the Ladies' Betterment League Arrive in the afternoon, the late light slanting In diluted gold bars ...
i carry your heart with me (i carry it in my heart) i am never without it (anywhere i go ...
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