Tuesday, March 4, 2014

Recollections Of Byron Comments

Rating: 0.0

Some half-a-dozen years or so,
When life had yet no crown of iron,
I took my pilgrim staff to go
And worship at the shrine of Byron;
And there, before the mighty dead,
In hero-worship prostrate lying,
The thought first came into my head
To tell the world that I was dying.
...
Read full text

Alexander Anderson
COMMENTS
Close
Error Success