Standing Room Only
This population
Said Peter to St
Is really getting far too
Just look at the crowd in the hall
This population
Said Peter to St
Is really getting far too
Just look at the crowd in the hall
Tender only to one Tender and true The petals swing To my fingering Is it you, or you, or you
Tender only to one I do not know his name And the friends who fall To the petals’ call May think my love to blame
Tender only to one This petal...
I tell you that I see her still At the dark entrance of the hall
One gas lamp burning near her shoulder Shone also from her other side Where hung the long inaccurate glass Whose pictures were as troubled water
An immense shadow had its h...
You, you only, exist
We pass away, till at last,our passing is so immensethat you arise: beautiful moment,in all your suddenness,arising in love, or enchantedin the contraction of work
To you I belong, however time maywear me away
F...
Only a blunder—a sad mistake;
All my own fault and mine alone
The saddest error a heart can make;
I was so young, or I would have known
Out in the grey cheerless chill of the morning light,
Out on the track where the night shades still lurk,ere the first gleam of the sungod's returning
Round come the racehorses early at work
Reefing and pulling and racing so readily,
"She loves with love that cannot tire: And if, ah, woe
she loves alone, Through passionate duty love flames higher, As grass grows taller round a stone
" Coventry Patmore
SO, the truth's out
Unchanged within, to see all changed without,
Is a blank lot and hard to bear, no doubt
Yet why at others' Wanings should'st thou fret
Then only might'st thou feel a just regret,
O bitter wind toward the sunset blowing,
What of the dales tonight
In yonder gray old hall what fires are glowing,
What ring of festal lights
Only a dancing girl,
With an unromantic style,
With borrowed colour and curl,
With fixed mechanical smile,
We shall have to evolve problem-solvers galore- since each problem they solve creates ten problems more
Lest he miss other children, lo
His angel is his playfellow
A riotous angel two years old,
With wings of rose and curls of gold