Jolly boating weather, And a hay harvest breeze, Blade on the feather, Shade off the trees.
Somewhere there must one Made for this soul, to move it. - William Johnson Cory
Somewhere there must one Made for this soul, to move it.
- William Johnson Cory
Jolly boating weather, And a hay harvest breeze, Blade on the feather, Shade off the trees. - William Johnson Cory
All beauteous things for which we live By laws of space and time decay. But Oh, the very reason why I clasp them, is because they die. - William Johnson Cory
All beauteous things for which we live By laws of space and time decay. But Oh, the very reason why I clasp them, is because they die.
Your chilly stars I can forgo, this warm kind world is all I know. - William Johnson Cory
Your chilly stars I can forgo, this warm kind world is all I know.
But you go to a great school, not for knowledge so much as for arts and habits; for the habit of attention, for the art of expression, for the art of… - William Johnson Cory
But you go to a great school, not for knowledge so much as for arts and habits; for the habit of attention, for the art of expression, for the art of…
They told me, Heraclitus, they told me you were dead, / They brought me bitter news to hear, and bitter tears to shed. - William Johnson Cory
They told me, Heraclitus, they told me you were dead, / They brought me bitter news to hear, and bitter tears to shed.
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