I saw her last night for the first time in years. She was miserable. She had bleached her hair, trying to hide its true color, just as her rough front...
How do I love thee by Elizabeth Barrett Browning (1806-1861)How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.I love thee to the depth and breadth and heightM...
Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done,The ship has weather'd every rack, the prize we sought is worn,The port is near, the bells I hear, the ...