Phantasmagoria and Other Poems PHANTASMAGORIA CANTO I - The Trystyng ONE winter night, at half-pa...
2011-12-01
The process scarcely hurts at all - Not more than when YOU're what you call 'Cut up' by a Review. ...
Wherever I was sent: I've often sat and howled for hours, Drenched to the skin with driving shower...
Who, climbing, gains at length the place That crowns the upward track. And, entering with unsteady...
And a fishy taste in the very eggs - By all means choose the Sea. And if, with these dainties to d...
My dismal sister! Couldst thou know The wretched home thou keepest! Thy brother, drowned in daily ...
And, with a shamed and crimson cheek, Moaned "This is harder than Bezique!" But when she asked him...
Left him by no means at his ease. Once more he weltered in despair, With hands, through denser-mat...
SIZE AND TEARS WHEN on the sandy shore I sit, Beside the salt sea-wave, And fall into a weeping f...
coming out in a sort of a hurry: - she was almost upon me before I saw her; so I gave a spring to o...
- And does the Count de B-, said I, read Shakespeare? C'est un esprit fort, replied the bookseller....
and blackened: reduce them to their proper size and hue, she overlooks them. - 'Tis true, said I, c...
and told me it was very superb, and that numbers of the first dukes and marquises and counts had ho...
quiet journey of the heart in pursuit of Nature, and those affections which arise out of her, which...
As the fair fille de chambre was so near my door, she returned back, and went into the room with me...