But her's was the misery of innocence, which, like a cloud that passes over the fair moon, for a while hides, but… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“He feeds upon her face by day and night, And she with true kind eyes looks back on him, Fair as the… — Christina Rossetti Copy Share Image
Good even, good fair moon, good even to thee. I prithee, dear moon, now show to me the form and the features,… — Walter Scott Copy Share Image
Fair as the moon and joyful as the light; Tot wan with waiting, not with sorrow dim; Not as she is, but… — Christina Rossetti Copy Share Image
“Elizabeth also wept, and was unhappy; but her's also was the misery of innocence, which, like a cloud that passes over the… — Mary Shelley Copy Share Image
