There was nothing separate about her days. Like drops on the window-pane, they ran together and trickled away.
He lies below, correct in cypress wood, And entertains the most exclusive worms.
She was pleased to have him come and never sorry to see him go.
This is me apologizing. I am a fool, a bird-brain, a liar and a horse-thief. I wouldn't touch a superlative again with an umbrella.
She will never win him, whose words had shown she feared to lose.
Hollywood is the one place on earth where you could die of encouragement.