Le Temps Revient...

I never learnt their secret code, I'm the gun they forgot to load, Worthless beat or so I'm told, Not as pretty but not as cold. ...

Or a strange little tale on the aftermath of fortune. Casting off from the bridge of sighs he descended through the thick foggy air findin...

1 Oh Venezia! Venezia! Ti amo di più nella tua decadenza! Oh my Adriatic Ariadne, I leave your shores far too sadly! 2 ...

A didactic poem written in the stanza of Spencer. Osiris Ani, triumphant, saith: “My place of hiding is opened, my place of hiding is reve...

143 Perhaps 'twould’ve been better kept to a dialogue smooth, 'Lest my public flee all terribly confus'd! Yet first a...

128 Although a little conceited, 'tis a funny fine thing, To understand a language without the sting, Of having studie...