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…
Here Dead We Lie Here dead we lie Because we did not choose To live and shame the land From…