Half-opening her lips to the frost's morning sigh, how strangely the rose has smiled on a swift-fleeting day of September! Ho...w audacious it is to advance in stately manner before the blue-tit fluttering in the shrubs that have long lost their leaves, like a queen with the spring's greeting on her lips; to bloom with steadfast hope that, parted from the cold flower-bed, she may be the last to cling, intoxicated, to a young hostess's breast.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
And the Angel told Tom if he'd be a good boy, He'd have God for his father & never want joy....
And so Tom awoke and we rose in the dark And got with our bags & our brushes to work. Tho' the morning was cold, Tom was happy & warm, So if all do their duty, they need not fear harm.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
O Rose, thou art sick! The invisible worm... That flies in the night, In the howling storm, Has found out thy bed Of crimson joy: And his dark secret love Does thy life destroy.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
This saying good-by on the edge of the dark And the cold to an orchard so young in the bark... Reminds me of all that can happen to harm An orchard away at the end of the farm....LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »