The Mason may forget the WordAnd the Priest his Litany:The Maid may forget both jewel and gem,And the Bride her wedding-dress–But the Jew shall forget JerusalemEre we forget the Press!Who once hath stood through the loaded hourEre, roaring like the gale,The Harrild and the Hoe devourTheir league-long paper-bale,And has lit his pipe in the morning…
And we must bow to her behests.Our sister toileth overmuch,Our little maid that hath no breasts.A field untilled, a web unwove,A flower withheld from sun or bee,An alien in the Courts of Love,And–teacher unto such as we!We love her, but we laugh the while,We laugh, but sobs are mixed with laughter;Our sister hath no time…
Or safety found in sleeping sound,How England would be strong!But honour and dominionAre not maintainéd so,They’re only got by sword and shot,And this the Dutchmen know!The moneys that should feed us,You spend on your delight,How can you then have sailor-menTo aid you in your fight?Our fish and cheese are rotten,Which makes the scurvy grow—We cannot…
Where the Blue Peter flickers from the fore,And the grimed stoker feeds the engine-fires.Coupons, alas, depart with all their rows,And last year’s sea-met loves where Grindley knows;But still the wild wind wakes off Gardafui,And hearts turn eastward with the P. and O’s.Twelve knots an hour, be they more or less –Oh slothful mother of much…
Who harried the district of Alalone:How he met with his fate and the V.P.P.*At the hand of Harendra Mukerji,Senior Gomashta, G.B.T.* Value Payable Parcels Post: in which the Government collects the moneyfor the sender.Boh Da Thone was a warrior bold:His sword and his Snider were bossed with gold,And the Peacock Banner his henchmen boreWas stiff…
Since Truth is seldom Friend to any crowd,Men write in Fable, as old AEsop did,Jesting at that which none will name aloud.And this they needs must do, or it will fallUnless they please they are not heard at all.When desperate Folly daily labourethTo work confusion upon all we have,When diligent Sloth demandeth Freedom’s death,And banded…
When the Abbey trumpets blew.For a moment’s breathing-spaceWe had forgotten you.Now you return to your honoured placePanting to shame us anew.We have walked with the Ages dead–With our Past alive and ablaze.And you bid us pawn our honour for bread,This day of all the days!And you cannot wait till our guests are sped,Or last week’s…
The Witch-wife rode across the fernAnd spoke Earl Percy’s name.‘Stand up-stand up, Northumberland!I bid you answer true,If England’s King has under his handA Captain as good as you?’Then up and spake the dead Percy-Oh, but his wound was sore!‘Five hundred Captains as good,’ said he,‘And I trow five hundred more.‘But I pray you by the…
And the gipsy blood to the gipsy bloodEver the wide world over.Ever the wide world over, lass,Ever the trail held true,Over the world and under the world,And back at the last to you.Out of the dark of the gorgio camp,Out of the grime and the gray(Morning waits at the end of the world),Gipsy, come away!The…
Hath told the men of Gorukh. Thence the taleComes westward o’er the peaks to India.The story of Bisesa, Armod’s child, —A maiden plighted to the Chief in War,The Man of Sixty Spears, who held the PassThat leads to Thibet, but to-day is goneTo seek his comfort of the God called BudhThe Silent — showing how…
