The dews of the evening most carefully shun - Those tears of the sky for the loss of the sun.
Attribution disputed; shown as originally published.
The dews of the evening most carefully shun - Those tears of the sky for the loss of the sun.
Attribution disputed; shown as originally published.
Sometimes processing grief is necessary before moving on.
Unlike my subject will I frame my song, It shall be witty, and it shan't be long.
Whatever is worth doing at all, is worth doing well.
I assisted at the birth of that most significant word 'flirtation,' which dropped from the most beautiful mouth in the world.
My lords, the past cannot be cured.
Oh tarnish late on Wenlock Edge, Gold that I never see; Lie long, high snowdrifts in the hedge That will not shower on me.
Sweet April-time - O cruel April-time! Year after year returning, with a brow Of promise, and red lips with longing paled, And backward-hidden hands that clutc…