The morning breaks; the steeds in their stalls Stamp and neigh, as the hostler calls;... The day returns, but nevermore Returns the traveler to the shore, And the tide rises, the tide falls.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The tide rises, the tide falls, The twilight darkens, the curlew calls;... Along the sea-sands damp and brown The traveler hastens toward the town, And the tide rises, the tide falls.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
There was a young lady of Ryde Who was carried far out by the tide.... Cried a man-eating shark, "How's this for a lark? I knew that the Lord would provide."LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The caretaking has to be done. "Somebody's got to be the mommy." Individually, we underestimate this need, and as a society we mak...e inadequate provision for it. Women take up the slack, making the need invisible as we step in to fill it.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Dandyism is the last flicker of heroism in decadent ages.... Dandyism is a setting sun; like the declining star, it is magnificent..., without heat and full of melancholy. But alas! the rising tide of democracy, which spreads everywhere and reduces everything to the same level, is daily carrying away these last champions of human pride, and submerging, in the waters of oblivion, the last traces of these remarkable myrmidons.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »