John Milton

I was all ear,
And took in strains that might create a soul
Under the ribs of read more

I was all ear,
And took in strains that might create a soul
Under the ribs of death.

The city is not a concrete jungle, it is a human zoo.

The city is not a concrete jungle, it is a human zoo.

By merit raised
To that bad eminence.

By merit raised
To that bad eminence.

Now came still evening on; and twilight gray
Had in her sober livery all things clad:
Silence read more

Now came still evening on; and twilight gray
Had in her sober livery all things clad:
Silence accompanied; for beast and bird,
They to they grassy couch, these to their nests,
Were slunk, all but the wakeful nightingale.

Whence and what are thou, execrable shape?

Whence and what are thou, execrable shape?