you make me melt” and still have her mind want something else entirely?
willow trees, willow trees they remind me of DesdemonaI’m so damned literary
True hope is swift, and flies with swallow’s wings.
For this new-married man approaching here,Whose salt imagination yet hath wrong’dYour well defended honour, you must pardonFor Mariana’s sake: but as he adjudged your brother,–Being criminal, in double violationOf sacred chastity and of promise-breachThereon dependent,...
To think, or not to think…This is the true question.
How do you mourn something that never really belonged to you?
Ingersoll is with Homer and Tully and Shakespeare and Burns.
This goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory, this most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave o’erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire, why, it appears no other...