Oh what can ail thee, knight-at-arms, Alone and palely loitering?

Oh what can ail thee, knight-at-arms, Alone and palely loitering?

Oh What Can Ail Thee, Knight-At-Arms, So Haggard And So Woe-Begone?

I See A Lily On Thy Brow, With Anguish Moist And Fever-Dew.

I Met A Lady In The Meads, Full Beautiful - A Faery’s Child, Her Hair Was Long, Her Foot Was Light, And Her Eyes Were Wild.

Little Red Boudica.

Boho Boudica.

Milton&Amp;Rsquo;S Daughters.

Privy Council.

Inside The House Of Fiction.

The Buried Life Of Lucy Snowe.

Byron In Venice.

Looking Oppositely.

Zenocrate.