We watch'd her breathing through the night, Her breathing soft and low, As in her breast the wave of life Kept heaving to and fro. — Thomas Hood Copy Share Image
“The snail was on the wing and the lark on the thorn - or, rather, the other way around - and God was in His heaven and all right with the world. And presently the eyes closed, the muscles relaxed,… — P.G. Wodehouse Copy Share Image
