beauty is a shell from the sea where she rules triumphant till love has had its way with her scallops and

The over-all picture is winter icy mountains in the background the return from the hunt it is toward evening from the left

I feel the caress of my own finger… on my own neck as I place my colla… and think pityingly of the kind women I have known.

By constantly tormenting them with reminders of the lice in their children’s hair, the School Physician first brought their hatred down on him.

Light hearted William twirled his November moustaches and, half dressed, looked from the bedroom window upon the spring weather.

Fools have big wombs. For the rest?'€”here is pennyroyal if one knows to use it. But time is only another liar, so go along the wall a little further: if blackberries prove bitter...

First he said: It is the woman in us That makes us write– Let us acknowledge it– Men would be silent.

The crowd at the ball game is moved uniformly by a spirit of uselessness which delights them— all the exciting detail

They tell me on the morrow I must… This winter eyrie for a southern f… And truth to tell I tremble with… At thought of such unheralded repr… E’er have I known December in a w…

Love is twain, it is not single, Gold and silver mixed to one, Passion '€˜tis and pain which ming… Glist’ring then for aye undone. Pain it is not; wondering pity

My shoes as I lean unlacing them stand out upon flat worsted flowers under my feet.

Nude bodies like peeled logs sometimes give off a sweetest odor, man and woman under the trees in full excess matching the cushion of

You sullen pig of a man you force me into the mud with your stinking ash-cart! Brother! —if we were rich