years of love have been forgot, in the hatred of a minute.
I have no words — alas! — to tellThe loveliness of loving well!
I have great faith in fools – self-confidence my friends will call it.
It is a happiness to wonder; — it is a happiness to dream.
Twas noontide of summer,And mid-time of night;And stars, in their orbits,Shone pale, thro’ the lightOf the brighter, cold moon,’Mid planets her slaves,Herself in the Heavens,Her beam on the waves.I gazed awhileOn her cold smile;Too cold–too...
the play was the tragedy “man” and it’s hero the conqueror worm
The rudiment of verse may, possibly, be found in the spondee.
From childhood’s hour I have not beenAs others were–I have not seenAs others saw.
It all depends on the robber’s knowledge of the loser’s knowledge of the robber. – Daupin
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary…