“Tendrils like spreading neath its lurid world, Sprouting rooted whimsies all the way they- Enchanted living hues, such with splendor bold, And ornate jeweled minds domed Abbey. When I Live With Fancy” — Nithin Purple Copy Share Image
The light of genius never sets, but sheds itself upon other faces, in different hues of splendor. Homer glows in the softened beauty of Virgil, and Spenser revives in the decorated learning of Gray. — Robert Aris Willmott Copy Share Image
