Now is the winter of our discontent Made glorious summer by this son of York; And all the clouds that lowered upon… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Now is the winter of our discontent Made glorious summer by this sun of York; And all the clouds that lour'd upon… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“So beautiful was that summer that those who survived it invested it with a golden haze; it assumed a retrospective poignancy, as… — James L. Stokesbury Copy Share Image
