In the dust where we have buried the silent races and their abominations we have buried so much of the delicate magic of life. — D. H. Lawrence Copy Share Image
“Surprised by joy—impatient as the Wind I turned to share the transport—Oh! with whom But thee, deep buried in the silent tomb, That spot which no vicissitude can find? Love, faithful love, recalled thee to my mind— But how could… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
