I have heard the pigeons of the Seven Woods Make their faint thunder, and the garden bees... Hum in the lime-tree flowers; and put away The unavailing outcries and the old bitterness That empty the heart.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
For God's sake (I never was more serious) don't make me ridiculous any more by terming me gentle-hearted in print ... substitute d...runken dog, ragged head, seld-shaven, odd- eyed, stuttering, or any other epithet which truly and properly belongs to the gentleman in question.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The tree the tempest with a crash of wood Throws down in front of us is not to bar... Our passage to our journey's end for good, But just to ask us who we think we are....LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Tree at my window, window tree, My sash is lowered when night comes on;... But let there never be curtain drawn Between you and me.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »