With a new familiarity and a flesh-creeping "homeliness" entirely of this unreal, materialistic world, where all "sentiment" is co...arsely manufactured and advertised in colossal sickly captions, disguised for the sweet tooth of a monstrous baby called "the Public," the family as it is, broken up on all hands by the agency of feminist and economic propaganda, reconstitutes itself in the image of the state.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Had I but awakened from sleep And called her name, she had heard... It may be, and had not stirred, That now, it may be, has found The horn's sweet note and the tooth of the hound.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
How sweet I roam'd from field to field And tasted all the summer's pride,... Till I the Prince of Love beheld Who in the sunny beams did glide!LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
With sweet May dews my wings were wet, And Phoebus fir'd my vocal rage;... He caught me in his silken net, And shut me in his golden cage.
He loves to sit and hear me sing, Then, laughing, sports and plays with me; Then stretches out my golden wing, And mocks my loss of liberty.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
There is a lady sweet and kind, Was never face so pleased my mind;... I did but see her passing by, And yet I love her till I die.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
I had a dove and the sweet dove died; And I have thought it died of grieving:... O what could it grieve for? Its feet were tied, With a silken thread of my own hand's weaving;LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »