The glutton castaway, the drunkard in the desert, the lecher in prison, they are the happy ones. To hunger, thirst, lust, every da...y afresh and every day in vain, after the old prog, the old booze, the old whores, that's the nearest we'll ever get to felicity, the new porch and the very latest garden.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Obscurest night involv'd the sky, Th' Atlantic billows roar'd,... When such a destin'd wretch as I, Wash'd headlong from on board, Of friends, of hope, of all bereft, His floating home for ever left.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
But misery still delights to trace Its 'semblance in another's case....
No voice divine the storm allay'd, No light propitious shone; When, snatch'd from all effectual aid, We perish'd, each alone: But I beneath a rougher sea, And whelm'd in deeper gulphs than he.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »