My days among the dead are passed; Around me I behold, Where'er these casual eyes are cast, The mighty minds of old; My never-failing friends are they, With whom I converse day by day.
Robert Southey (1774 - 1843)
Source: Occasional Pieces. xviii.
Contributed by: Zaady
From his brimstone bed, at break of day, A-walking the Devil is gone, To look at his little snug farm of the World, And see how his stock went on.
Source: The Devil's Walk. Stanza 1.
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