To a millionaire poem Tnpsc
The world in gloom and splendour passes by,And thou in the midst of it with brows that gleam,A creature of that old distorted dreamThat makes the sound of life an evil cry.Good men perform just deeds, and brave men die,And win not honour such as gold can give,While the vain multitudes plod on, and live,And … Read more
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