Long, long afterward, in an oak I found the arrow, still unbroke; And the…
by Dev
Buttercups have honeyed hearts, Bees they love the clover, But I love the…
Yes, Heaven is thine; but this Is a world of sweets and sours; Our…
I have not broken your heart - you have broken it; and in breaking it,…
The sedge has withered from the lake, And no birds sing. O what can ail…
The whole world is divided for me into two parts: one is she, and there…
But inferior poets are absolutely fascinating. The worse their rhymes…
It was wise enough to know itself, and brave enough to BE itself, and…
