Sad hours and glad hours, and all hours, pass over; One thing unshaken stays: Life, that hath Death for spouse, hath Chance… — James Branch Cabell Copy Share Image
Lightly tripping o'er the land, Deftly skimming o'er the main, Scarce our fairy wings bedewing With the frothy mantling brine, Scarce our… — Hartley Coleridge Copy Share Image
And pomp, and feast, and revelry, With mask, and antique pageantry, Such sights as youthful poets dream On summer eves by haunted… — John Milton Copy Share Image
My dear fellow,' Burlingame said, 'we sit here on a blind rock careening through space; we are all of us rushing headlong… — John Barth Copy Share Image
When, however, one reads of a witch being ducked, of a woman possessed by devils, of a wise woman selling herbs, or… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
Was awakened in the night to a strain of music dying away, - passing travellers singing. My being was so expanded and… — Henry David Thoreau Copy Share Image
