Once again calling all poets, musicians, painters, music lovers and chatters.
George Gordon Lord Byron.
George Gordon Byron
"Roll on, Thou..."
(From “Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage”, Canto the Second, CLXXIX.)
Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean – roll!
Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain;
Man marks the earth with ruin – his control
Stops with the shore; -- upon the watery plain
The wrecks are all thy deed, not does remain
A shadow of man’s ravage, save his own,
When for a moment, like a drop of rain,
He sinks into thy depths with bubbling groan,
Without a grave, unknell’d, uncoffin’d, and unknown.
Now, Manhattan Tranfer.
The Boy From New York City.
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We'll dedicate this to Region.
