'Tis morning brewed and lasting sun, That glows grey amongst fading clouds, Whose soaring fire beat the aching drum, That…
Man’s own conspiracy
True; long was that time did he himself conspire, Though not his way, suddenly sees another world, And as he…
Fleeting away
Neither was never the sore thumb stood, Shattered in the ways that humbly trod, Gained in its wary host did…
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