Childe Roland

No! penury, inertness and grimace, In some strange sort, were the land's portion. 'See 'Or shut your eyes,' said Nature peevishly, 'It nothing skills: I cannot help my case: ' 'T is the Last Judgement's fire must cure this place, 'Calcine its clods and set my prisoners free.' (Childe Roland to the Dark Tower came,… Continue reading Childe Roland