The Lay Of The Singer’s Fall (Eugene O Neill Poems)
A SINGER was born in a land of gold, In the time of the long ago And the good fairies ...
A SINGER was born in a land of gold, In the time of the long ago And the good fairies ...
They told me the water was lovely, That I ought to go for a swim,The air ...
Even as a child my face was "gloomy." I found few reasons to smile, none to laugh: father gutting his ...
WEARY am I of the tumult, sick of the staring crowd, Pining for wild sea places where the soul may ...
MY soul is a submarine. My aspirations are torpedoes. I will hide unseen Beneath the surface of life Watching for ...
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