And were I not a thing for you and me To execrate in angish, you would be As indigent a stranger to surprise, I fear, as I was once, and as unwise.

[T]he yellowbanded bees, / Through half-open lattices / Coming in the scented breeze, / Fed thee, a child, lying alone, / With whitest honey in fairy gardens culled— […]

Ruth's overwhelming sweetness made Robert forget about his hopelessly low school grades.

From the ground, Colombo’s port does not look like much.[…] But viewed from high up in one of the growing number of skyscrapers in Sri Lanka’s capital, it is clear that something extraordinary is happening: China is creating a shipping hub just 200 miles from India’s southern tip.