Childe Harold's Pilgrimage A Poem by Lord Byron www.gutenberg.org And thus the heart will breakWords which are thingsThere is a pleasure in the pathless woods lovenaturelonelinessmelancholy
Prometheus A Poem by Lord Byron www.poetryfoundation.org The lightnings trembledThe sum of human wretchednessMaking Death a Victory Subjected to some great trialA hierarchical system of senseYou find reasons to keep living deathsufferingpain
Darkness A Poem by Lord Byron I had a dreamBut one thoughtShe was the universeDarkling in the eternal space darknessdeath
Epitaph to a Dog A Poem by Lord Byron Show image 0 Show image 1 Ye! who behold perchance this simple urn, Pass on, it honours none you wish to mourn. To mark a friend's remains these stones arise; I never knew but one — and here he lies. deathfriendship
Guidelines for Brutalist Web Design An Article by David Bryant Copeland brutalist-web.design Content is readable on all reasonable screens and devices. Only hyperlinks and buttons respond to clicks. Hyperlinks are underlined and buttons look like buttons. The back button works as expected. View content by scrolling. Decoration when needed and no unrelated content. Performance is a feature. What On Earth is a Brutalist Website?The split personality of brutalist web development brutalismwwwhtml