But the lark is so brimful of gladness and love, The green fields below him, the blue sky above,... That he sings, and he sings; and for ever sings he-- \'I love my Love, and my Love loves me!'LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Children are incurable romantics. Brimful of romance and tragedy, we whirl through childhood hopelessly in love with our parents. ...In our epic imagination, we love and are loved with a passion so natural and innocent we may never know its like as adults.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
A little way within the gloom a roebuck raised his eyes Brimful of starlight, and he said: The Stamper of the Skies,... He is a gentle roebuck; for how else, I pray, could He Conceive a thing so sad and soft, a gentle thing like me?LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »