The sedge has withered from the lake, And no birds sing. O what can ail…
by Dev
But inferior poets are absolutely fascinating. The worse their rhymes…
Well, it was a curious kind of spectacle, and interesting. It was an…
It was one of those March days when the sun shines hot and the wind blows…
Grown-ups never understand anything for themselves, and it is tiresome…
And queer inspiration Of music, the nation Of bright-plumed trees And…
Of eyes that vainly crave the light, of the objects mean, of the struggle…
If a man does not keep pace with his companions, perhaps it is because he…
To be yourself in a world that is constantly trying to make you something…
Breathless, we flung us on the windy hill, Laughed in the sun, and kissed…
