Edgar Poe waxed full of woeHe sang a song of sadnessHe filled his days with minstrel raysHis nights bore down to madness Take this kiss upon thy browAnd in parting from me nowThis much more let me avow: You are wrong should you not deemAll my days to be a dream. Yet if hope isContinue reading “Edgar Allan Poe”
I lingered round them under that benign sky; watched the moths fluttering among the heath and harebells, listened to the soft wind breathing through the grass, and wondered how anyone could ever imagine unquiet slumbers for the sleepers in that quiet earth. So the story goes.
Thack was right on track To put Charles Dickens to the test So what happened? Can you explain this phenomenon?
It is not enough to seek Who the hell was Mervyn Peake?
When thinking errant Edward Plunkett Just stop and think A bullet if you can Like the man Said
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Conan, Kull, and Solomon are kings Immune from all indentured slings
Should the master speak The boards may creak
The night crew And the shadows grew
What the dickens? The plot thickens And she likes it that way