It is the sinner's dust-tongued bell claps me to churches When, with his torch and hourglass, like a sulphur priest,... His beast heel cleft in a sandal....LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Positively I sit here, and look at Europe sink, first one deck disappearing, then another, and the whole ship slowly plunging bow-...down into the abyss; until the nightmare gets to be howling. The Roman Empire was a trifle to it.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The catastrophe Buried in the stair carpet stayed there... And never corrupted anybody. And one day he grew up, and the horizon Stammered politely. The sky was like muslin. And still in the old house no one ever answered the bell.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
I knew that my vocation was found. I had received the call, and having done so, I was sure my work would be assigned me. Of some t...hings we feel quite certain. Inside there is a click, a kind of bell that strikes, when the hands of our destiny meet at the meridian hour.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
My silks and fine array, My smiles and languish'd air,... By Love are driv'n away; And mournful lean Despair Brings me yew to deck my grave: Such end true lovers have.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »