Our world in stupor lies;
Yet, dotted everywhere,
Ironic points of light
Flash out wherever the Just
Exchange their messages:
May I, composed like them
Of Eros and of dust,
Beleaguered by the same
Negation and despair,
Show an affirming flame.
— W.H. Auden, Sept. 1, 1939
Our world in stupor lies;
Yet, dotted everywhere,
Ironic points of light
Flash out wherever the Just
Exchange their messages:
May I, composed like them
Of Eros and of dust,
Beleaguered by the same
Negation and despair,
Show an affirming flame.
— W.H. Auden, Sept. 1, 1939
-John Brown's body lies a-moulderin in the grave
-John Brown's body lies a-moulderin in the grave
- John Brown's body lies a-moulderin in the grave
- His soul is marching on
-John Brown's body lies a-moulderin in the grave
-John Brown's body lies a-moulderin in the grave
- John Brown's body lies a-moulderin in the grave
- His soul is marching on
These slobbering serfs are desperate to bow down to a king. It’s pathetic.
These slobbering serfs are desperate to bow down to a king. It’s pathetic.