He who, when torrid Summer’s sickly glare Beat down upon the city’s parched walls, Sat him within a room scarce 8 by 9, And, with tongue hanging out and panting breath Perspiring, pierced… more →
From Troubles of The Worldwrote 1 year ago: He who, when torrid Summer’s sickly glare Beat down upon the city’s parched walls, Sat h … more →