“She fed him scraps from her ragbag because words were all that were left now. Perhaps he could use them to pay… — Kate Atkinson Copy Share Image
“Reading does not occupy me enough: the only relief I find springs from the composition of poetry, which necessitates contemplations that lift… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
“Be more of an artist, and “load every rift” of your subject with ore.” — John Keats Copy Share Image
“And in a mad trance Strike with our spirit's knife Invulnerable nothings We decay Like corpses in a charnel Fear & Grief… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
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