Were you there?

Ode to Everton . When at Thy call my weary feet I turn The gates of paradise are opened wide At Goodison I know a man can learn Rapture more rich than Anfield can provide. In Coulter’s skill and Geldard’s subtle speed I see displayed in all its matchless bounty The power of which the […]

My heart aches and a drowsy numbness pains pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk: Tis not through envy of thy happy lot, But being too happy in thy happiness, That thou, light wingéd dryad of the trees, […]