'Twas a little one-eyed, blinking sort o' place.

All that blooth means heavy autumn work for him and his hands.

She had no fear of the shadows; her sole idea seemed to be to shun mankind - or rather that cold accretion called the world, which, so terrible in the mass, is…

Her strong sense that neither she nor any human being deserved less than was given, did not blind her to the fact that there were others receiving less who had…

The place, with its gray sky and withered garlands, its bared spaces and scattered dead leaves, was like a theater after the performance - all strewn with crum…

Fate sits on these dark battlements and frowns, And as the portal opens to receive me, A voice in hollow murmurs through the courts Tells of a nameless deed.

No royal palace was prepared for him; No silken courtiers slid from room to room, Gathering together in the gorgeous gloom Of purple hangings, drooping rich an…