the Cambridge ladies who live in furnished souls are unbeautiful and have comfortable minds (also, with the church's protestant blessings daughters, unscented shapeless spirited) they believe in Christ and Longfellow, both dead, are invariably interested in so many things -- at the present writing one still finds delighted fingers knitting for the is it Poles? perhaps. While permanent faces coyly bandy scandal of Mrs. N and Professor D . . . . the Cambridge ladies do not care, above Cambridge if sometimes in its box of sky lavender and cornerless, the moon rattles like a fragment of angry candy | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNETS OF MANHOOD: SONNET 24. BALCOMBE FOREST by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) SONNET: LOVE'S DEPTH by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON SIDNEY'S ASTROPHEL AND STELLA: CANTO SECUNDO. LOVE'S PILGRIMS by THOMAS CAMPION A SUMMER SONG by EDWARD JAMES MORTIMER COLLINS NARCISSUS by KATHRYN E. COLQUHOUN THE BOROUGH: LETTER 9. AMUSEMENTS by GEORGE CRABBE |