something this foggy day, a something which /
is neither of this fog nor of today ...
(Christina Rossetti -
Friday, May 31, 2013
Shakespeare, 31st May
How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank!
Here will we sit and let the sounds of music
Creep in our ears: soft stillness and the night
Become the touches of sweet harmony. Merchant of Venice, Act v., Sc. I.
That hath more scars of sorrow in his heart,
Than foeman's marks upon his batter'd shield;
But yet so just, that he will not revenge. Titus Andronicus, Act iv., Sc. I.