Bliss was it in that dawn to be alive,
But to be young was very Heaven!
William Wordswoth
Bliss was it in that dawn to be alive, But to be young was very Heaven!
Man please thy maker and be merry set not for this world a cherry.
Bliss was it in that dawn to be alive, But to be young was very Heaven!
Bliss was it in that dawn to be alive,
But to be young was very Heaven!
Ah, God, the way your little finger moved As you thrust a bare arm backward And made play with your…
Security is mostly superstition. It does not exist in nature, nor do the children of men as a whole experience…
The rushing of his spirit from its prison-house was as rapid as a hunted cat passing over a garden fence.