Yet I did love thee to the last, As ferverently as thou, Who didst not change through all the past, And canst not alter now.
Parting day Dies like the dolphin, whom each pang imbues With a new colour as it gasps away, The last still loveliest, till-'t is gone, and all is gray.
In general I do not draw well with literary men -- not that I dislike them but I never know what to say to them after I have praised their last publication.
In general I do not draw well with literary men / not that I dislike them but I never know what to say to them after I have praised their last publication.
All I saw farther, in the last confusion, / Was, that King George slipped into heaven for one; / And when the tumult dwindled to a calm, / I left him practising the hundredth psalm.