“I sit, this evening, far away, From all I used to know, And nought reminds my soul to-day Of happy long ago.… — Patrick Branwell Brontë Copy Share Image
Every moment think steadily as a Roman and a man to do what thou hast in hand with perfect and simple dignity,… — Marcus Aurelius Copy Share Image
Music, when soft voices die, Vibrates in the memory; Odours, when sweet violets sicken, Live within the sense they quicken. Rose leaves,… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
Image of rugged cliffs And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone, Love itself shall slumber on. — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
