Typings

The Old Philosopher Sixty-seven years now I've banged my hard-thinking brains   'round the world. So, still a kid in the pink? Meh, ...

Hengist and Horsa Hengist was coarser than Horsa And Horsa was awfully coarse. Horsa drank whiskey, Told tales that were risqué, But Hengist...

  Wanderer's Night-song O'er all the hilltops Is quiet now, In all the tree-tops Hearest thou Hardly a breath; The birds are asleep ...

The Lotus Flower The lotus flower is frightened By the sun's majestic light; With downcast eyes and dreaming She longs for the quiet of ...

  Pangloss' Song: A comic-opera lyric   I   Dear boy, you will not hear me speak   With sorrow or with rancor Of what has paled my rosy ...