Classic poem of the day
I. — Lines from the Dedicatory Address to Earl Temple:
" For me, long lost to all the world holds dear,
No hopes can flatter, and no suns can cheer;
Sickness and sorrow, with united rage,
In early youth have wreak'd the ills of age:
This all my wish — (since earthly joys are flown)
To sigh unseen — to live and die alone. "
II. — In England, Shaw sees nothing but:
" Corruption raging like a dire disease,
And sig......
Member poem of the day
Tills ringing in shop,
what a busy time of day,
eateries sweet smell,
baskets full, queues get longer,
lucky are they who can spend