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…
Failure or success seem to have been allotted to men by their stars. But they retain the power of wriggling,…