Go you and, with such glorious hues,
Live with proud peacocks in green parks;
On lawns as smooth as shining glass,
Let every feather show its marks;
Get thee on boughs and clap thy wings
Before the windows of proud kings.
- W. H. Davies
One afternoon before going off duty I noticed a yellow convertible pulling up and after the routine formalities leave. The color of the car and the very casual attitude of the driver made me turn back and look again. A couple of days later I saw the car again. I felt a hunch. Whenever I felt this way there had been something wrong. So I mentally made a note I should check out with my colleagues when the car returned. But I did not hear the car retuning. So I got more and more suspicious. I warned my colleagues.
- Robert Hamilton
The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
What do you weave, O ye flowergirls
With tassels of azure and red?
Crowns for the brow of a bridegroom,
Chaplets to garland his bed,
Sheets of white blossoms new-garnered
To perfume the sleep of the dead.
Then a terrible thing happened. While we were waiting for the coffee, the head waiter, with an ingratiating smile on his false face, came up to us bearing a large basket full of huge peaches. They had the blush of an innocent girl; they had the rich tone of an Italian landscape. But surely peaches were not in season then? Lord knew what they cost. I knew too—a little later, for my guest, going on with her conversation, absentmindedly took one.
"You see, you've filled your stomach with a lot of meat"—my one miserable little chop—"and you can't eat 30 any more. But I've just had a snack and I shall enjoy a peach."
- W.Somerset Maugham