Classic poem of the day
If it were done when 'tis done, then 'twere well
It were done quickly, if the assassination
Could trammel up the consequence, and catch,
With his surcease, success; that but this blow
Might be the be-all and the end-all here,
But here, upon this bank and shoal of time,--
We'd jump the life to come. But in these cases
We still have judgment here; that we but teach
Bloody instructions, which, being taught, return
To plague the inventor: this ev......
Member poem of the day
Seethe are the gods with upstirs, Accompanied by hordes in astir. Moving towards sea a ruckus ready, Hubbub, brawl, and rumpus steady. Ah, at the sight of the Pacific, Unprecedented force of calm terrific, Tends untowards to soothe And allay the god's seethe. Forcedly, untoward Auster accedes But to meet tranquil and concede And nimble in ease to grumble, After the sly adjust unruffle. Boreas advances seem friendly, But to conceal it's uproar is hardly. For the Pacific decip......
