Such is the brutalization of commercial ethics in this country that no one can feel anything more delicate than the velvet touch o...f a soft buck.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
O why do you walk through the fields in gloves, Missing so much and so much?... O fat white woman whom nobody loves, Why do you walk through the fields in gloves, When the grass is soft as the breast of doves And shivering sweet to the touch?LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
O fat white woman whom nobody loves, Why do you walk through the fields in gloves,... When the grass is soft as the breast of doves And shivering-sweet to the touch?LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
For, whom the Muses smile upon, And touch with soft persuasion,... His words like a storm-wind can bring Terror and beauty on their wing; In his every syllable Lurketh nature veritable.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
or the warm soft side Of the resigning yet resisting bride.... The kiss of virgins first-fruits of the bed; Soft speech, smooth touch, the lips, the maidenhead; These and a thousand sweets could never be So near or dear as thou wast once to me.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
I walked abroad in a snowy day; I asked the soft snow with me to play;... She played and she melted in all her prime, And the winter called it a dreadful crime.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Living in cities is an art, and we need the vocabulary of art, of style, to describe the peculiar relationship between man and mat...erial that exists in the continual creative play of urban living. The city as we imagine it, then, soft city of illusion, myth, aspiration, and nightmare, is as real, maybe more real, than the hard city one can locate on maps in statistics, in monographs on urban sociology and demography and architecture.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »