Childe Harold's Pilgrimage Quotes
A thousand years scarce serve to form a state; an hour may lay it in the dust.
Canto II, Stanza LXXXIV
Do Some Magic!
The Night Torn Mad With Footsteps
The Hollow Men
The People Look Like Flowers at Last
The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock
Battle-Pieces and Aspects of the War
Still Another Day
Love is a Dog from Hell
Childe Harold's Pilgrimage