"To SorrowI bade good morrow,And thought to leave her far away behind;But cheerly, cheerly,She loves me dearly;She is so constant to me, and so kind."

— John Keats

Images will be added soon.

Your experience on this site will be improved by allowing cookies.

These cookies are essential for the website to function properly.

These cookies help us understand how visitors interact with the website.

These cookies are used to deliver personalized advertisements.