Poems
(Reklamlänk)
Good-bye, proud world! I'm going home: Thou art not my friend, and I'm not thine. Long through thy weary crowds I roam; A river-ark on the ocean brine, Long I've been tossed like the driven foam: But now, proud world! I'm going home. Good-bye to Flattery's fawning face; To Grandeur with his w
