Hope is a good breakfast, but it is a bad supper.
Hope is a good breakfast, but it is a bad supper.
The Sun Rising Busy old fool, unruly Sun, Why dost thou thus, Through windows, and through curtains, call on us?…
The book of my enemy has been remaindered And I am pleased In vast quantities it has been remaindered.
Three Things to Remember A Robin Redbreast in a cage, Puts all Heaven in a rage. A skylark wounded on…