Let me tell you about the very rich. They are different from you and me. They possess and enjoy early, and it does something to th...em, makes them soft where we are hard, and cynical where we are trustful, in a way that, unless you were born rich, it is very difficult to understand. They think, deep in their hearts, that they are better than we are because we had to discover the compensations and refuges of life for ourselves. Even when they enter deep into our world or sink below us, they still think that they are better than we are. They are different.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The rich were dull and they drank too much or they played too much backgammon. They were dull and they were repetitious. He rememb...ered poor Julian and his romantic awe of them and how he had started a story once that began, "The very rich are different from you and me." And how someone had said to Julian, "Yes, they have more money."LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
I count those feathered balls of soot The moor-hen guides upon the stream,... To silence the envy in my thought; And turn towards my chamber, caught In the cold snows of a dream.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Young soul put off your flesh, and come With me into the quiet tomb,... Our bed is lovely, dark, and sweet; The earth will swing us, as she goes, Beneath our coverlid of snows,LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
When winter snows upon thy sable hairs, And frost of age hath nipped thy beauties near;... When dark shall seem thy day that never clears, And all lies withered that was held so dear, Then take this picture which I here present thee, Limned with a pencil not all unworthy;LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Her image was my ensign: snows melted, Hedges sprouted, the moon tenderly shone,... The owls trilled with tongues of nightingale.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Ballades by the score with the same old thought: The snows and the roses of yesterday are vanished;... And what is love but a rose that fades?LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »