Three passions, simple but overwhelmingly strong, have governed my life: the longing for love, the s
All of us have read thrilling stories in which the hero had only a limited and specified time to liv
Youth is not a time of life; it is a state of mind; it is not a matter of rosy cheeks, red lips and
I find it wholesome to be alone the greater part of the time. To be in company, even with the best,
Upon the mountain's lofty height,I stand, bathed in the morning light.The world below, spreads out s
As autumn night descends so still,The air is cold, the world seems chill.The leaves have fallen, on
In the rain's soft fall, I take my stroll,The world around, a watery whole.The drops descend, like s
When springtime comes with its gentle hand,And spreads its grace o'er the verdant land.The flowers b
Beneath the moon's pale, ghostly light,I wander on through the silent night.The world is hushed, in
When morning dawns, with its gentle ray,The world awakens from slumber's sway.The sky is painted in
By the fireside, on a winter's night,I sit and dream, in the soft, warm light.The flames dance, a fl
In the heart of the forest, where silence reigns,A symphony of nature, its gentle chains.The leaves
By the vast sea, where the waves roll high,I stand and gaze, with a curious eye.The ocean's boundles
In a lonely alley, where the raindrops fall,Creating a rhythm, a gentle call.The sky is overcast, a
In the autumn, when the leaves begin to fall, and the air grows crisp and cool, there is a certain c