Pedagogical Sketchbook A Book by Paul Klee Half-winged, half-imprisonedTO STAND DESPITE ALL POSSIBILITIES TO FALLThe senses of form and toneA mind so in flux
Epitaph to a Dog A Poem by Lord Byron Show image 0 Show image 1 Ye! who behold perchance this simple urn, Pass on, it honours none you wish to mourn. To mark a friend's remains these stones arise; I never knew but one — and here he lies. deathfriendship