The Best Fluffy Pancakes recipe you will fall in love with. Full of tips and tricks to help you make the best pancakes.
I.When a lover clasps his fairest,Then be our dread sport the rarest.Their caresses were like the chaffIn the tempest, and be our laughHis despair—her epitaph! II.When a mother clasps her child,Watch till dusty Death has piledHis cold ashes on the…
Ambition, power, and avarice, now have hurledDeath, fate, and ruin, on a bleeding world.See! on yon heath what countless victims lie,Hark! what loud shrieks ascend through yonder sky;Tell then the cause, ’tis sure the avenger’s rageHas swept these myriads from…
Wake the serpent not—lest heShould not know the way to go,—Let him crawl which yet lies sleepingThrough the deep grass of the meadow!Not a bee shall hear him creeping,Not a may-fly shall awakenFrom its cradling blue-bell shaken,Not the starlight as…
I.A cat in distress,Nothing more, nor less;Good folks, I must faithfully tell ye,As I am a sinner,It waits for some dinnerTo stuff out its own little belly. II.You would not easily guessAll the modes of distressWhich torture the tenants of…
Unrisen splendour of the brightest sun,To rise upon our darkness, if the starNow beckoning thee out of thy misty throneCould thaw the clouds which wage an obscure warWith thy young brightness!
INFERNO 33, 22-75. Now had the loophole of that dungeon, stillWhich bears the name of Famine’s Tower from me,And where ’tis fit that many another will Be doomed to linger in captivity,Shown through its narrow opening in my cell‘Moon after…
Where art thou, beloved To-morrow?When young and old, and strong and weak,Rich and poor, through joy and sorrow,Thy sweet smiles we ever seek,—In thy place—ah! well-a-day!We find the thing we fled—To-day.
IWhen passion’s trance is overpast,If tenderness and truth could last,Or live, whilst all wild feelings keepSome mortal slumber, dark and deep,I should not weep, I should not weep!IIIt were enough to feel, to see,Thy soft eyes gazing tenderly.And dream the…
Yet look on me—take not thine eyes away,Which feed upon the love within mine own,Which is indeed but the reflected rayOf thine own beauty from my spirit thrown.Yet speak to me—thy voice is as the toneOf my heart’s echo, and…
I.One word is too often profanedFor me to profane it,One feeling too falsely disdainedFor thee to disdain it;One hope is too like despairFor prudence to smother,And pity from thee more dearThan that from another. II.I can give not what men…