Your chilly stars I can forgo, this warm kind world is all I know. — William Johnson Cory Copy Share Image
Jolly boating weather, And a hay harvest breeze, Blade on the feather, Shade off the trees. — William Johnson Cory Copy Share Image
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 Copy Share Image
But you go to a great school, not for knowledge so much as for arts and habits; for the habit of attention, for the… — William Johnson Cory Copy Share Image
All beauteous things for which we live By laws of space and time decay. But Oh, the very reason why I clasp them, is… — William Johnson Cory Copy Share Image
Your chilly stars I can forgo, this warm kind world is all I know. — William Johnson Cory Copy Share Image
