By Italo Ferrante Bathing in slimy pity, burning in scorching woes, Buried under leaden memories, bereft of cloudless skies, Broken by fierce nostalgia, bruised by fictional foes, Bashed by violent qualms, beaten by spiked cries. Oh Britain, thy lush groves shall not outdo my mourning gloom, Oh Britannia, thy pure rivers shall not… Continue reading Albion’s Demi-Paradise
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