“He puts it on, and his gaze locks to mine. His jewels flicker between passion and defiance—an evocative and intimidating combination. “Fair… — A.G. Howard Copy Share Image
Our hearts were drunk with a beauty Our eyes could never see. — George William Russell Copy Share Image
Drunk with beauty, I tore down Armfuls of blossoms. How desolate the marred sky! — Alison Croggon Copy Share Image
“Then with alcoholic talkativeness You've just told me some high spots in your memories. Want to hear mine? They're all connected with… — Eugene O'Neill Copy Share Image
