Sublime

bucolic

“As the tree falleth, so shall it lie,”

A warm sunlight was working its way through the leafage; a sunlight which though of saintless gold had taken on the quality of evening.

Human things are uncomfortably complex,

But I do resent the whole age of patronage being revived under such absurd patrons; and all poets becoming court poets, under kings that have taken no oath, nor led us into any battle.

alas! their high and palmy days had taken boots to themselves, and were already walking off.

“Father’s got the sack from the water–works For smoking of his old cherry–briar; Father’s got the sack from the water–works ‘Cos he might set the water–works on fire.”