Your chilly stars I can forgo, this warm kind world is all I know.
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
Jolly boating weather, And a hay harvest breeze, Blade on the feather, Shade off the trees.
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
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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