Days decrease, / And autumn grows, autumn in everything.

“I.My first thought was, he lied in every word,That hoary cripple, with maliciou…”

“All June, I bound the rose in sheaves.Now, rose by rose, I strip the leaves,And…”

“Best be yourself, imperial, plain, and true.”

“XXIV.And more than that - a furlong on - why, there!What bad use was that engin…”