The wall is silence, the grass is sleep, Tall trees of peace their vigil keep, And the Fairy of Dreams with moth-wings furled. Plays soft on her flute to the drowsy world. — Ida Rentoul Outhwaite Copy Share Image
I should have been a much better artist if I could have studied more and amused myself less. — Ida Rentoul Outhwaite Copy Share Image
Then clear on a flute of purest gold A sweet little fairy played. And wonderful fairy tales she told and marvelous music made. — Ida Rentoul Outhwaite Copy Share Image
The wall is silence, the grass is sleep, Tall trees of peace their vigil keep, And the Fairy of Dreams with moth-wings furled. Plays… — Ida Rentoul Outhwaite Copy Share Image
There is something magical in seeing what you can do, what texture and tone and colour you can produce merely with a pen point… — Ida Rentoul Outhwaite Copy Share Image
I just had to plod along without having any teaching, which was a pity. — Ida Rentoul Outhwaite Copy Share Image
