Joshua Crawford:
chirr - chirr - chirr-rikk - a purring sound
Joshua Crawford:
Can you even tell the age of a turtle?
Joshua Crawford:
Her fingers were like the tissue of a Japanese paper napkin
Joshua Crawford:
Four and forty lovers had Agathas in the old days
Joshua Crawford:
Seek ever to stand in the hard Sophoclean light
Joshua Crawford:
And is almost afraid that I will commit that indiscretion
Joshua Crawford:
She would like someone to speak to her
Joshua Crawford:
Her boredom is exquisite and excessive
Joshua Crawford:
In her is the end of breeding
Joshua Crawford:
And round about there is a rabble
Joshua Crawford:
And she is dying piece-meal
Joshua Crawford:
As Dogberry says, "this is flat Burglary"
Joshua Crawford:
a new orthography taken from one of them
Joshua Crawford:
Her late larceny
Joshua Crawford:
I have written to Batt for rooms
Joshua Crawford:
What a pity she had no fete
Joshua Crawford:
Ly. B says you fear a renewal
Joshua Crawford:
To Ly. C's good resolution I have nothing to say
Joshua Crawford:
My fervent prayer to Asmodeus that they may continue
Joshua Crawford:
The true Ottoman twist
Joshua Crawford:
Our family got a peerage and lost everything else for the Stuarts
Joshua Crawford:
I could have dressed you as an Albanian - or a Turk - or an officer - or a waggoner
Joshua Crawford:
Substitute "brutal instinct" - for "harpies"
Joshua Crawford:
You would think me grown strangely fraternal
Joshua Crawford:
Only to see a worse London at St. Petersburg
Joshua Crawford:
As a spectacle the Catholic is more fascinating than the Greek
Joshua Crawford:
My love to thee faithless Nettle
Joshua Crawford:
I don't care one lump of sugar for my poetry
Joshua Crawford:
Do you suppose that no one but the Galileans are acquainted with Adam & Eve
Joshua Crawford:
That Muscovite Winter wedged his arms
