Poor playthings of the man that's gone,
Surely we would not have them thrown,
Like wreckage on a barren strand,
The prey of every greedy hand.


"On a Certain Auction in 1897"

Frederick York Powell Quotes

Poor playthings of the man that's gone, Surely we would not have them thrown, Like wreckage on a barren strand, The prey of every greedy hand.

Poor playthings of the man that's gone, Surely we would not have them thrown, Like wreckage on a barren strand, The prey of every greedy hand.

Poor playthings of the man that's gone, Surely we would not have them thrown, Like wreckage on a barren strand, The prey of every greedy hand.

Poor playthings of the man that's gone, Surely we would not have them thrown, Like wreckage on a barren strand, The prey of every greedy hand.