Down the long and silent street, The dawn, with silver-sandaled feet, Crept like a frightened girl.
Oscar WildeIn war, the strong make slaves of the weak, and in peace the rich makes slaves of the poor.
Oscar WildeDown the long and silent street, The dawn, with silver-sandaled feet, Crept like a frightened girl.
Oscar WildeIn war, the strong make slaves of the weak, and in peace the rich makes slaves of the poor.
Oscar Wilde