Why should we strive, with cynic frown, to knock their fairy castles down? — Eliza Cook Copy Share Image
Why should we strive, with cynic frown, to knock their fairy castles down? — Eliza Cook Copy Share Image
There's a magical tie to the land of our home, which the heart cannot break, though the footsteps may roam. — Eliza Cook Copy Share Image
“The caw of a rook on its homeward way, Oh! These shall be the music for me, For I love I love the path… — Eliza Cook Copy Share Image
How cruelly sweet are the echoes that start, When memory plays an old tune on the heart. — Eliza Cook Copy Share Image
