Charles S. Calverley Quotes

Mists, bones, the singer himself, love-stories, And all least furlable things got “furled”; Not with any design to conceal their glories, But simply and solely to rhyme with “world.” O if “billows” and “pillows” and “hours” and “flowers,” And all the brave rhymes of an elder day, Could be furled together, this genial weather, And […]