I hate my nice new clothes…
Author: paulre
It really is a blessing – though of course it is a sin…
The Palace of Versailles is beautiful…
The greatest and the wisest men who lived…
Lonely’s the house when you are gone…
You grieve that life should be unjust…
When we are launched at birth, like little boats…
If I should die tomorrow, as I might…
The little fields lie far below me spread…
When Winter’s icy fingers freeze your hands…