t responded
Gaily, to the hand expert with sail and oar
The sea was calm, your heart would have responded
Gaily, when invited, beating obedient
To trolling hands
I sat upon the shore
Fishing, with the arid plain behind me
Shall I at least set my lands in order?
Londe is falling down falling down falling down
Poi sascose nel foco che gli affina
Quando fiam ceu chelidon - O swallow swallow
Le Prince dAquitaine a la tour abolie
These fragments I have shored against my ruins
Why the you. Hieronymos mad againe.
Datta. Dayadhvam. Damyata.
Shantihshantihshantih