#English #Women
There is far too much of the subur… Spiritually not geographically spe… Menacing the greatness of our belo… Propagating their kind in an eight… Now I have a plan which I will en…
My heart was full of softening sho… I used to swing like this for hour… I did not care for war or death, I was glad to draw my breath.
My heart goes out to my Creator i… Who gave me Death, as end and rem… All living creatures come to quiet… For him to eat up their activity And give them nothing, which is wh…
He told his life story to Mrs. Co… Who was a widow. 'Let us get marr… He said. ‘I am no longer passiona… But we can have some conversation…
Never again will I weep And wring my hands And beat my head against the wall Because Me nolentem fata trahunt
Was he married, did he try To support as he grew less fond of… Wife and family? No, He never suffered such a blow.
I do not ask for mercy for underst… And in these heavy days I do not… I do not ask that suffering shall… I do not pray to God to let me di… To give an ear attentive to my cry
I always remember your beautiful f… And the beautiful kimono you wore When you sat on the couch With that tigerish crouch And told me you loved me no more.
I remember the Roman Emperor, one… Who used to visit for pleasure his… So then they would beg him for dea… Oh no, oh no, we are not yet frien… He meant they were not yet friends…
Sisely Walked so nicely With footsteps so discreet To see her pass You’d never guess
The nearly right And yet not quite In love is wholly evil And every heart That loves in part
In my dreams I am always saying g… Whither and why I know not nor do… And the parting is sweet and the p… And sweetest of all is the night a… In my dreams they are always wavin…
The shadow was so black, I thought it was a cat, But once in to it I knew it No more black
Nobody heard him, the dead man, But still he lay moaning: I was much further out than you th… And not waving but drowning. Poor chap, he always loved larking
Happiness is silent, or speaks equ… Grief is explicit and her song nev… Happiness is like England, and wi… Grief, like Guilt, rushes in and…