Nothing wilts faster than laurels that have been rested upon.
Nothing wilts faster than laurels that have been rested upon.
The Dalliance of the Eagles Skirting the river road, (my forenoon walk, my rest,) Skyward in air a sudden muffled…
How did the party go in Portman Square? I cannot tell you; Juliet was not there. And how did Lady…
We are half-hearted creatures, fooling about with drink and sex and ambition when infinite joy is offered us, like an…