by Oscar Wilde (1854-1900) Not that I love thy children, whose dull eyes See nothing save their own unlovely woe, Whose minds know nothing, nothing care to know, — But that the roar of thy Democracies, Thy reigns of Terror, thy great Anarchies, Mirror my wildest passions like the sea, — And give my rageContinue reading “Sonnet To Liberty”
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