There is no chance, no destiny, no fate, that can hinder or control th >>
Give us that grand word woman once again, and let's have done with lad >>
'Tis easy enough to be pleasant, When life flows along like a song; Bu >>
The first moments of sleep are an image of death; a hazy torpor grips >>
All men whilst they are awake are in one common world: but each of the >>
And if tonight my soul may find her peace in sleep, and sink in good o >>
Come, cuddle your head on my shoulder, dear, your head like the golden-rod, and we will go sailing away from here to the beautiful land of Nod.