How it pours, pours, pours, In a never-ending sheet! How it drives beneath the doors! How it soaks the passer's feet! How it rattles on the shutter! How it rumples up the lawn! How 'twill sigh, and moan, and mutter,… — Rossiter Johnson Copy Share Image
O for a lodge in a garden of cucumbers! O for an iceberg or two at control! O for a vale that at midday… — Rossiter Johnson Copy Share Image
How it pours, pours, pours, In a never-ending sheet! How it drives beneath the doors! How it soaks the passer's feet! How it rattles… — Rossiter Johnson Copy Share Image
With the enormous and steady increase in the volume of our literature, we must rely more and more upon sympathetic selection, judicious editing, and… — Rossiter Johnson Copy Share Image
