eighth - Популярные cтихи, рассказы и фанфики

OW shone the morning star in bright array, To vanquish night, and usher in the day: The wind veers southward, and moist clouds arise, That blot with shades the blue meridian skies
Cephalus feels with joy the kindly gales, His new allies unfur...

They sought it with thimbles, they sought it with care;
They pursued it with forks and hope;
They threatened its life with a railway-share;
They charmed it with smiles and soap

If, in an odd angle of the hutment,
A puppy laps the water from a
Of flowers, and the drunk sergeant
Whistles O Paradiso