Verse For To-day
A mouth like old silk, soft with use, The weak chin of a dying race, Eyes that know all, and look at naught — Disease, depravity, disgrace, Are all united in that face.
With Socrates as ancestor, And rich Byzantium in his veins, What if this weakling does not.
work? He never takes the slightest pains To exercise his drowsy brains. From “A Levantine,” by William Plomer, 1903-
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Otago Daily Times, Issue 27259, 9 December 1949, Page 1
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70Verse For To-day Otago Daily Times, Issue 27259, 9 December 1949, Page 1
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