They coloured failure with hope’s rainbow splendour, And tinged the hour…
by Dev
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…
To cry to the sea that roared to us, to sigh To th' winds whose pity,…
I am a forest, and a night of dark trees: but he who is not afraid of my…
Don’t walk behind me, I may not lead. Don’t walk in front of me, I may…
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…
