Ten masts make not the altitude Which thou hast perpendicularly fell. Thy life's a miracle. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Last night, ah, yesternight, betwixt her lips and mine There fell thy shadow, Cynara! thy breath was shed Upon my soul between the kisses and the wine; And I was desolate and sick of an old passion, Yea, I was… — Ernest Dowson Copy Share Image
