Oh, black Persian cat! Was not your life already cursed with offspring? We took you for rest to that old Yankee farm, —so lonely

According to Brueghel when Icarus fell it was spring a farmer was ploughing his field

Sooner or later we must come to the end of striving to re-establish the image the image of

This particular thing, whether it be four pinches of four divers white powders cleverly compounded to cure surely, safely, pleasantly a painful twitching of the eyelids or say a pe...

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

The living quality of the man’s mind stands out and its covert assertions for art, art, art!

As the cat climbed over the top of the jamcloset first the right

The little sparrows hop ingenuously about the pavement quarreling with sharp voices

Little round moon up there—wait awhile—do not walk so quickly. I could sing you a song—: Wine clear the sky is and the stars no bigger than sparks! Wait for me and next winter we’ll bui...

This quiet morning light reflected, how many times from grass and tress and clouds enters my north room touching the walls with

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

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…

contend in a sea which the land pa… shielding them from the too—heavy… of an ungoverned ocean which when… tortures the biggest hulls, the be… to pit against its beatings, and s…