Tol-Timpinen

There's a tempest in yon horned moon,
And lightning in yon cloud,
And hard the music, mariners,
The wind is piping loud;
The wind is piping loud, my boys!
The lightning flashes free,
While the hollow oak our palace is,
Our heritage the sea.

Thursday, August 04, 2005

An On-line Latin word-list (Hypertext version)

An On-line Latin word-list (Hypertext version)