we bowed our head and held our breath.
He taught us little;
but our soul had felt him like the thunder's roll.
Thunders over the Volcano / Klearchos Kapoutsis
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Aug 20, 2010
From "Memorial Verses, April 1850" by Matthew Arnold
When Byron's eyes were shut in death,
we bowed our head and held our breath.
He taught us little;
but our soul had felt him like the thunder's roll.
Thunders over the Volcano / Klearchos Kapoutsis
we bowed our head and held our breath.
He taught us little;
but our soul had felt him like the thunder's roll.
Thunders over the Volcano / Klearchos Kapoutsis
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