published on: 2012-12-24 11:33:43
The Business of Propaganda.
The Phantom Victory.
Confessions of the Flesh.
Oh what can ail thee, knight-at-arms, Alone and palely loitering?
Oh what can ail thee, knight-at-arms, So haggard and so woe-begone?
I see a lily on thy brow, With anguish moist and fever-dew.