Tag: pity

by Jane Austen
Vain is my spite / They cannot so suffer who never do right. ...
by Edwin Morgan
A cup capsizes along the formica, / slithering with a dull clatter. / A few heads turn in the crowded evening snack-bar. / An old man...
by James Pittendrigh Macgillivray
Twa bodachs, I mind, had a threep ae day, / Aboot man’s chief end...
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