tracke

Updated: May 5, 2025

'Cast me upon some naked shore, Where I may tracke Only the print of some sad wracke, If thou be there, though the seas roare, I shall no gentler calm implore. HABINGTON. He was gone. The house was shut up for the evening. No more deep blue skies or crimson and amber tints.

Elizabeth Cleghorn Gaskell - North and South