This and no other is the root from which a tyrant springs; when he first appears he is a protector.
This and no other is the root from which a tyrant springs; when he first appears he is a protector.
Burn old logs Drink old wine Read old books Keep old friends,
(on the centenary of his death at the Battle of Arras) In Memoriam (Easter, 1915) The flowers left thick at…
Sailing To Byzantium That is no country for old men. The young In one another’s arms, birds in the trees…