Will some one go to the village newspaper, And gather into a book the…
by Dev
With him I proved no bargain-driver, With you, don't think I'll bate a…
Fifteen men on the Dead Man's Chest — Yo-ho-ho, and a bottle of rum!…
But O heart! heart! heart! O the bleeding drops of red, Where on the…
Those masterful images because complete Grew in pure mind but out of…
What are the roots that clutch, what branches grow Out of this stony…
I know what my heart is like Since your love died: It is like a…
What are the sins of my race, Beloved, what are my people to thee? And…
If the path be beautiful, let us not ask where it leads. ANATOLE……
There are only two tragedies in life: one is not getting what one wants,…
