I feel like one
Who breasts alone
A tide of vile coercion;
With justice fled,
And honour dead,
And on all sides aversion.
Thus in election’s fight, &c.
Caniculus
Truth. Parody Competition. July 15, 1886.
——:o:——
I feel like one
Who breasts alone
A tide of vile coercion;
With justice fled,
And honour dead,
And on all sides aversion.
Thus in election’s fight, &c.
Caniculus
Truth. Parody Competition. July 15, 1886.
——:o:——