A passionate thrill Of strange proud sorrow pulses through the land, His land, his England, which he loved so well: And brows bend low, as slow from strand to strand The Poet's passing bell Sends forth its solemn note, and every heart ...
Many people, including men and women, go through a lot of abuse behind closed doors. They are either embarrassed to talk about what's going on, or fear no one will believe them. I, Sharonda Muse, am one of those many people.
... They intend to send a wire To the moon—to the moon; And they'll set the Thames on fire Very soon—very soon; Then they learn to make silk purses With their rigs—with their rigs, From the ears of Lady Circe's Piggy-Wigs—piggy-wigs.
Ralph Waldo Emerson: How to Know Him
The muse was awash with a sense of thankfulness and she quickly realized she had embarked on a gratitude ramble. It was too damp to sit anywhere, but Old Maggie did not feel the distance under her feet while she was feeling the ...