“Tis long since I beheld that eye Which gave me bliss or misery; And I have striven, but in vain, Never to think of it again: For though I fly from Albion, I still can only love but one. As… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
“...my heart is a desolate field over which geese vee, the sky turns and the days lie fallow...” — John Geddes Copy Share Image
