
The silver light, which, hallowing tree and tower, Sheds beauty and deep softness o’er the whole, Breathes also to the heart, and o’er it throws A loving languor which is not repose.
Lord Byron
2022

The silver light, which, hallowing tree and tower, Sheds beauty and deep softness o’er the whole, Breathes also to the heart, and o’er it throws A loving languor which is not repose.
Lord Byron
2022

Poetry is the vision in a man’s soul which he translates as best he can with all the means at his disposal.
Paul Fort
2021

A last violent cloud of dust whirls round once before a thunderstorm, soon to be stilled for a long time.
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
2021