Some secret stirring in the world There is some secret stirring in the world, A thought that seeks impatiently its word. Thomas Lovell Beddoes, The Mind of the Maker euphonymaking
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