Much more frequent in Hollywood than the emergence of Cinderella is her sudden vanishing. At our party, even in those glowing days..., the clock was always striking twelve for someone at the height of greatness; and there was never a prince to fetch her back to the happy scene.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
In the cowslips peeps I lie, Hidden from the buzzing fly,... While green grass beneath me lies, Pearled wi' dew like fishes' eyes, Here I lye, a clock-a-clay, Waiting for the time o' day.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Now, you mummy's darlings, get a rift on them boots. Definitely shine 'em, my little curly-headed lambs, for in our mob, war or no... war, you die with clean boots on.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Angel of clean sheets, do you know bedbugs? Once in a madhouse they came like specks of cinnamon... as I lay in a chloral cave of drugs, as old as a dog, as quiet as a skeleton.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
When I do count the clock that tells the time, And see the brave day sunk in hideous night,... When I behold the violet past prime, And sable curls all silvered o'er with white: When lofty trees I see barren of leaves, Which erst from heat did canopy the herd And summer's green all girded up in sheaves Borne on the bier with white and bristly beard: Then of thy beauty do I question make That thou among the wastes of time must go, Since sweets and beauties do themselves forsake, And die as fast as they see others grow, And nothing 'gainst Time's scythe can make defence Save breed to brave him, when he takes thee hence.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »