Onehundredninety

    I have always hated the rain, And the gloom of grayed skies. But now…


Onehundredeightynine

O honey cool and chaste As clover’s breath! Sweet Heaven I shall taste…


Onehundredeightyeight

Listen in the cellars, listen in the vaults, Can’t you hear the tellers…


Onehundredeightyseven

The Owl and the Pussy-cat went to sea    In a beautiful pea-green boat,…