Caricamento in corso...

I Would to Heaven That I Were So Much Clay

I would to heaven that I were so much clay,
As I am blood, bone, marrow, passion, feeling -
Because at least the past were passed away -
And for the future - (but I write this reeling,
Having got drunk exceedingly today,
So that I seem to stand upon the ceiling)
I say– the future is a serious matter –
And so - for God’s sake - hock and soda water!
Altre opere di Lord Byron ...



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