Once I planned to write a book of poems entirely about the things in my pocket. But I found it would be too long; and the age of the great epics is past.
Once I planned to write a book of poems entirely about the things in my pocket. But I found it would be too long; and the age of the great epics is past.
Think wrongly, if you please, but in all cases think for yourself.
Sometimes Sometimes things don't go, after all, from bad to worse. Some years, muscadel faces down frost; green thrives; the…
Love Without Hope Love without hope, as when the young bird-catcher Swept off his tall hat to the Squire's own…