Summer! the painting is organized about a young reaper enjoying his noonday rest

A day on the boulevards chosen out… student poverty! One best day out… Berket in high spirits—"Ha, orang… And he made to snatch an orange fr… Now so clever was the deception, s…

While she sits there with tears on her cheek her cheek on

A three-day-long rain from the eas… an terminable talking, talking of no consequence—patter, patter,… Hand in hand little winds blow the thin streams aslant.

Beloved you are Caviar of Caviar Of all I love you best O my Japanese bird nest No herring from Norway

Sorrow is my own yard where the new grass flames as it has flamed often before but not with the cold fire

By the road to the contagious hosp… under the surge of the blue mottled clouds driven from the northeast—a cold wind. Beyond, th… waste of broad, muddy fields

I lie here thinking of you:—— the stain of love is upon the world! Yellow, yellow, yellow it eats into the leaves,

Trundled from the strangeness of the sea —— a kind of heaven —— Ladies and Gentlemen!

The grass is very green, my friend… and tousled, like the head of —— your grandson, yes? And the mounta… the mountain we climbed twenty years since for the last

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

If you had come away with me into another state we had been quiet together. But there the sun coming up out of the nothing beyond the lake…

WHERE shall I find you— You, my grotesque fellows That I seek everywhere To make up my band? None, not one

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