Miller painted what he saw, and his firsthand works provide a window into a life and time long gone but essential to the very nature of what it is to be American.
Happy 129th birthday!
William Collins (1721–1759) was a gifted and learned poet, but had to content with unfavorable circumstances and work amid uncongenial surroundings. Melancholy was his companion, and by the time he died, he was classified as insane.
And Doom fell on Tinúviel…
A come fae Argyll in the Heilans sae braw, Bit A ne’er took it ill bein caad Erin-go-Bragh