A kind of losing loadum is their game, Where the worst writer has the greatest fame.
The Complete PoemsWhere the bright seraphim in burning row Their loud uplifted angel trumpets blow.
The Complete PoetryLicence my roving hands, and let them go Before, behind, between, above, below.
The Complete English PoemsThe summer's flower is to the summer sweet Though to itself it only live and die
The Complete Sonnets and PoemsI still think that, in a way, I can't get past half my childhood dogmas.
The Complete Uncollected StoriesWhat are friends for, if not to help bear our sins?
The Complete Fiction of Nella Larsen: Passing, Quicksand, and The StoriesGo all the way with it. Do not back off. For once, go all the goddamn way with what matters.
The Complete Short StoriesFind yourself a cup of tea, the teapot is behind you. Now tell me about hundreds of things.
The Complete SakiThings joined by profit, when pressed by misfortune and danger, will cast each other aside.
The Complete Works of Chuang Tzu