The Best Fluffy Pancakes recipe you will fall in love with. Full of tips and tricks to help you make the best pancakes.
Thy spirit ere our fatal loss Did ever rise from high to higher; As mounts the heavenward altar-fire,As flies the lighter thro’ the gross. But thou art turn’d to something strange, And I have lost the links that bound Thy changes; here upon the…
Could we forget the widow’d hour And look on Spirits breathed away, As on a maiden in the dayWhen first she wears her orange-flower! When crown’d with blessing she doth rise To take her latest leave of home, And hopes and light regrets that comeMake April…
Old warder of these buried bones, And answering now my random stroke With fruitful cloud and living smoke,Dark yew, that graspest at the stones And dippest toward the dreamless head, To thee too comes the golden hour When flower is feeling after flower;But Sorrow — fixt upon the dead,…
With weary steps I loiter on, Tho’ always under alter’d skies The purple from the distance dies,My prospect and horizon gone. No joy the blowing season gives, The herald melodies of spring, But in the songs I love to singA doubtful gleam of solace lives. If any…
With weary steps I loiter on, Tho’ always under alter’d skies The purple from the distance dies,My prospect and horizon gone. No joy the blowing season gives, The herald melodies of spring, But in the songs I love to singA doubtful gleam of solace lives. If any…
Urania speaks with darken’d brow: `Thou pratest here where thou art least; This faith has many a purer priest,And many an abler voice than thou. `Go down beside thy native rill, On thy Parnassus set thy feet, And hear thy laurel whisper sweetAbout the…
Tho’ truths in manhood darkly join, Deep-seated in our mystic frame, We yield all blessing to the nameOf Him that made them current coin; For Wisdom dealt with mortal powers, Where truth in closest words shall fail, When truth embodied in a taleShall enter…
Yet if some voice that man could trust Should murmur from the narrow house, `The cheeks drop in; the body bows;Man dies: nor is there hope in dust:’ Might I not say? “Yet even here, But for one hour, O Love, I strive To keep so…
My own dim life should teach me this, That life shall live for evermore, Else earth is darkness at the core,And dust and ashes all that is; This round of green, this orb of flame, Fantastic beauty; such as lurks In some wild Poet,…
O thou that after toil and storm Mayst seem to have reach’d a purer air, Whose faith has centre everywhere,Nor cares to fix itself to form, Leave thou thy sister when she prays, Her early Heaven, her happy views; Nor thou with shadow’d hint confuseA…