O,
Inspired by the Bronte sisters
draw draw draw Near the artists lair Upon he sits on the Gallery chair Lay with honey yellow
This open glen was thick with Thorns Tis then the white of the flower hide the horns of the shy fallow Deer
It is I write a few lines Of a poets story of thy Times We all like Mr chimes Who drinks gin on the
I stand upon the Venice bridge Of sighs, A palace and a prison on each Side. I saw from the tidal waves so
O, enough, we live - 0,and a life, O, with large results 0 and, so Little rife, O thy see it bearable 0 and see It worth,
O.,er the banks Of the boni doon Touch and sit by The slippery moon O,.er the fields of
Ah. let the sweet angels Dream. Keep his eye lids on thy Pillow, Fever make us all thin and
The sails were full and a fair win… Blows, and the English Dutch flee… Mast show. As to fast away Plymouth to the w… Cliffs of Dover, the HMS ship th…
God save the queen To sid vicious and the Sex pistols Olympic Dreams Twenty seven medals
Still waters of the stream Row in my boat in the river Tay. Upon the swans of the lake Come up to side of the boat
Thou does death start Frame of thy flowers Stars glow in the dark time love spare so rare for thus love fell apart
Yet you know upon you To let me suffer the pain The hurtfull strain in the Rain. Humilinate does you know sad
O, come to talk to Thee O there is only thee O, I love the winters Nights
The sweet smell of flowers Lies in the wet dewy grass Upon they wake of the dawn Of the day From dawn to dust they
Boil up to the heavens Of fire. To the external craters Below. Far from my body of soul