Though language forms the preacher, 'Tis good works make the man. Eliza Cook formgoodlanguage Change image and share on social
Why should we strive, with cynic frown, to knock their fairy castles down? Eliza Cook castlecynicfairy Change image and share on social
There's a magical tie to the land of our home, which the heart cannot break, though the footsteps may roam. Eliza Cook breakfootstepheart Change image and share on social
How cruelly sweet are the echoes that start, When memory plays an old tune on the heart. Eliza Cook cruellyechoheart Change image and share on social
