When the snow falls the flakes spi… that concerns them most intimately two and two to make a dance the mind dances with itself, taking you by the hand,

Lady of dusk-wood fastnesses, Thou art my Lady. I have known the crisp, splinterin… White, slender through green sapli… I have lain by thee on the brown f…

You sullen pig of a man you force me into the mud with your stinking ash-cart! Brother! —if we were rich

The grass is very green, my friend… and tousled, like the head of —— your grandson, yes? And the mounta… the mountain we climbed twenty years since for the last

O’€”eh’€”lee! La’€”la! Donna! Donna! Blue is the sky of Palermo; Blue is the little bay; And dost thou remember the orange…

Constantly near you, I never in m… sixty-four years knew you so well… or half so well. We talked. you we… so lucid, so disengaged from all e… of place and time. We talked of ou…

"Sweet land" at last! out of sea— the Venusremembering wavelets rippling with laughter—

Mr T. bareheaded in a soiled undershirt his hair standing out on all sides

One leaves his leaves at home beomg a mullen and sends up a ligh… to peer from: I will have my way, yellow—A mast with a lantern, ten fifty, a hundred, smaller and smal…

The over-all picture is winter icy mountains in the background the return from the hunt it is toward evening from the left

Warm sun, quiet air an old man sits in the doorway of a broken house— boards for windows

Go to sleep—though of course you w… to tideless waves thundering slant… strong embankments, rattle and swi… dashed thirty feet high, caught by… scattered and strewn broadcast in…

Sorrow is my own yard where the new grass flames as it has flamed often before but not with the cold fire

It was an icy day. We buried the cat, then took her box and set fire to it in the back yard.