The scentless laurel a broad leaf displays, Few and by fewer gather’d are the bays; Yet these Apollo wore upon his brow. The boughs are bare, the stem is twisted now.
“O! start a revolution, somebody! not to get the money but to lose it all for ever.
O! start a revolution, somebody! not to install the working classes but to abolish the working classes for ever and have a world of men.”
D. H. Lawrence
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