Once I pass'd through a populous city imprinting my brain for future use with its shows, architecture, customs, traditions, Yet now of all that city I remember only a woman I casually met there who detain'd me for love of me, Day by day and night by night...

Every single day every single night this hurt inside I try to fight every single moon ever single sun the void, that is me there’s no where to run the leaves still fall the flowers still grow I still sit and wonder where did you both go? My heart always...

Auch wenn es seltsam klingt - es war irgendwie traurig als wir uns am Freitag von Ms Spear und Mr. Leicester verabschiedet haben. Hier ist es isrgenwie total anders mit Lehrern. Ms Spear war die Vertretung für Ms Hunter. Mr. Leicester ist ein Englischstundent...

The grey sea and the long black land; And the yellow half-moon large and low; And the startled little waves that leap In fiery ringlets from their sleep, As I gain the cove with pushing prow, And quench its speed i' the slushy sand. Then a mile of warm...

By 1798, pre-eminence in air warfare rested with the French, who by then had two ´balloon companies` attached to the Republican Army. But one man put an end to military ballooning and that was Napoleon Bonaparte himself. The problem was that the gallant...

GO MARCIE!!! ^^

Ob ihrs glaub oder nicht das Bild ist nicht bearbeitet.... Ok es ist verkleinert aber nun gut das ist das einzige.

A poet's work should not be critisized, for it always is part of their soul. And if you shouldn't take like of it, why then, don't say anything at all.

I t's all I have to bring to-day, This, and my heart beside, This, and my heart, and all the fields, And all the meadows wide. Be sure you count, should I forget, -- Someone the sum could tell, -- This, and my heart, and all the bees Which in the clover...