And pile them high at Ypres and Verdun.
Shovel them under and let me work.
** *
I am the grass.
Let me work.
a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z
featuring 2 fonts
By Clyde's meandering stream,
When Sol in joy is seen to leave
The earth with crimson beam;
When islands that wandered far
Above his sea couch lie,
And here and there some gem-like star
Re-opes its sparkling eye.
HEX: #535E5E
RGB: 83 94 94
RGB: 83 94 94
HEX: #596869
RGB: 89 104 105
RGB: 89 104 105
HEX: #145759
RGB: 20 87 89
RGB: 20 87 89
HEX: #269599
RGB: 38 149 153
RGB: 38 149 153
HEX: #56C1C4
RGB: 86 193 196
RGB: 86 193 196
Princess of rivers, how I love
Upon thy flowery banks to lie,
And view thy silver stream,
When gilded by a summer's beam!
And in it all thy wanton fry,
Playing at liberty;
And with my angle, upon them
The all of treachery
I ever learned, industriously to try!
