Death is the king of this world: 'Tis his park where he breeds life to feed him. Cries of pain are music for his banquet.


The Writings of George Eliot: The Spanish gypsy (ed. 1908)


Death is the king of this world: 'Tis his park where he breeds life to feed him. Cries of pain are music for his banquet.

Death is the king of this world: 'Tis his park where he breeds life to feed him. Cries of pain are music for his banquet.

Death is the king of this world: 'Tis his park where he breeds life to feed him. Cries of pain are music for his banquet.

Death is the king of this world: 'Tis his park where he breeds life to feed him. Cries of pain are music for his banquet.