Nature gives to every time and season some beauties of its own and from morning to night as from the cradle to the grave it is but a succession of changes so gentle and easy that we can scarcely mark their progress.
I will honor Christmas in my heart and try to keep it all the year.
I knew however that the next morning after the fight I would have to get...
And there are a lot more people reading poetry but there are not so many people reading an individual poet.
