Frances (Charlotte Bronte Poem)
SHE will not sleep, for fear of dreams, But, rising, quits her restless bed, And walks where some beclouded beams ...
SHE will not sleep, for fear of dreams, But, rising, quits her restless bed, And walks where some beclouded beams ...
When beechen buds begin to swell, And woods the blue-bird's warble know, The yellow violet's modest bell Peeps from last-year's ...
When you were there, and you, and you, Happiness crowned the night; I too, Laughing and looking, one of all, ...
It was the first gift he ever gave her, buying it for five five francs in the Galeries in pre-war ...
a novel by Richard Brautigan THE COVER FOR TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA The cover for Trout Fishing in America is ...
I sit here, an arch-villain of romance, thinking about you. Gee, I'm sorry I made you unhappy, but there was ...
ANOTHER METHOD OF MAKING WALNUT CATSUP And this is a very small cookbook for Trout Fishing in America as if ...
Christ God who savest man, save most Of men Count Gismond who saved me! Count Gauthier, when he chose his ...
I. You're my friend: I was the man the Duke spoke to; I helped the Duchess to cast off his ...
(PETER RONSARD _loquitur_.) ``Heigho!'' yawned one day King Francis, ``Distance all value enhances! ``When a man's busy, why, leisure ``Strikes ...
I. Said Abner, ``At last thou art come! Ere I tell, ere thou speak, ``Kiss my cheek, wish me well!'' ...
the night I was going to die I was sweating on the bed and I could hear the crickets and ...
he came to the door one night wet thin beaten and terrorized a white cross-eyed tailless cat I took him ...
Cass was the youngest and most beautiful of 5 sisters. Cass was the most beautiful girl in town. 1/2 Indian ...
There are too many waterfalls here; the crowded streams hurry too rapidly down to the sea, and the pressure of ...
A quay with vessels moored Thomas To India! Yea, here I may take ship; From here the courses go over ...
Nel mezzo del cammin di nostra vita mi ritrovai per una selva oscura ch? la diritta via era smarrita . ...
As Parmigianino did it, the right hand Bigger than the head, thrust at the viewer And swerving easily away, as ...
Here is my gift, not roses on your grave, not sticks of burning incense. You lived aloof, maintaining to the ...
Maud went to college. Sadie stayed home. Sadie scraped life With a fine toothed comb. She didn't leave a tangle ...
he drank wine all night of the 28th, and he kept thinking of her: the way she walked and talked ...
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