The Masque of Anarchy - by
As I lay asleep in Italy
There came a voice from over the Sea
And with great power it forth led me
To walk in the visions of Poesy.
apocalypse
The Second Coming - by
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
Gin I Was God - by
Gin I was God, sittin’ up there abeen,
/ Weariet nae doot noo a’ my darg was deen,
/ Deaved wi’ the…