Words? I tell you not to write me letters; I command you. Is it not enough to want you so in vain, but you send me what evokes you here before me -- this paper, all along whose lines your hand has lain?
Love's the little leaven that works the whole world glad. - Anne Reeve Aldrich
Love's the little leaven that works the whole world glad.
- Anne Reeve Aldrich
Words? I tell you not to write me letters; I command you. Is it not enough to want you so in vain, but you send me what evokes you here before me -- … - Anne Reeve Aldrich
Words? I tell you not to write me letters; I command you. Is it not enough to want you so in vain, but you send me what evokes you here before me -- …
There is nothing so entirely desirable in all the world as a few hours oblivion. - Anne Reeve Aldrich
There is nothing so entirely desirable in all the world as a few hours oblivion.
I do not wish to grow old, to outlive my illusions. Only a short respite from cares and sorrow, a brief time of flowers, and music, and love, and lau… - Anne Reeve Aldrich
I do not wish to grow old, to outlive my illusions. Only a short respite from cares and sorrow, a brief time of flowers, and music, and love, and lau…
I bought the sweetness with this pain. - Anne Reeve Aldrich
I bought the sweetness with this pain.
I shall pass Dawn on her way to earth, as I seek for a path through space. - Anne Reeve Aldrich
I shall pass Dawn on her way to earth, as I seek for a path through space.
All's well with thee if thou art in just hands. - Anne Reeve Aldrich
All's well with thee if thou art in just hands.
I meant to write a song of battle, for storied deeds of war inspire; I seemed to hear the cannon thunder, I seemed to see the smoke and fire. But oh,… - Anne Reeve Aldrich
I meant to write a song of battle, for storied deeds of war inspire; I seemed to hear the cannon thunder, I seemed to see the smoke and fire. But oh,…
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