To sit in the shade on a fine day, and look upon verdure is the most perfect refreshment.
Jane Austen
Perhaps the wind Wails so in winter for the summers dead, And all sad sounds are nature's funeral cries For what has been and is not. Book i.
To sit in the shade on a fine day, and look upon verdure is the most perfect refreshment.
Jane Austen
Perhaps the wind Wails so in winter for the summers dead, And all sad sounds are nature's funeral cries For what has been and is not. Book i.