上海龙凤shlf最新地址Poem: Theoretikos

This mighty empire hath but feet of clay:

上海龙凤shlf最新地址Of all its ancient chivalry and might

Our little island is forsaken quite:

Some enemy hath stolen its crown of bay,

And from its hills that voice hath passed away

Which spake of Freedom:  O come out of it,

上海龙凤shlf最新地址Come out of it, my Soul, thou art not fit

上海龙凤shlf最新地址For this vile traffic-house, where day by day

上海龙凤shlf最新地址Wisdom and reverence are sold at mart,

And the rude people rage with ignorant cries

上海龙凤shlf最新地址Against an heritage of centuries.

It mars my calm:  wherefore in dreams of Art

And loftiest culture I would stand apart,

上海龙凤shlf最新地址Neither for God, nor for his enemies.