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.
The aim of good prose words is to mean what they say. The aim of good poetical words is to…