Sadness is but a wall between two gardens.
Sadness is but a wall between two gardens.
Sailing To Byzantium That is no country for old men. The young In one another’s arms, birds in the trees…
I can plod. I can persevere in any definite pursuit. To this I owe everything.
From Ode to Memory Thou who stealest fire, From the fountains of the past, To glorify the present, oh, haste,…