O Wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being, Thou, from whose unseen presence the leaves dead Are driven, like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing, Yellow, and black, and pale, and hectic red, Pestilence-stricken multitudes: O thou, Who chariotest to their dark wintry bed The winged seeds, where they lie cold...
from Paradise Lost, John Milton, 1688 “The mind is its own place, and in itself can make a heaven of hell, a hell of heaven..” We miss our books, we miss holding our books, we miss our classroom, we miss our students, we miss putting our books...
“Those colours are simple which belong to the elements, fire, air, water and earth. For air and water are naturally white in themselves, while fire and the sun are golden. The earth is also naturally white, but seems coloured because it is dyed. This becomes...