Will you never let us go?We ate bread and onions when you took towns, or ran aboardquickly when you were beaten back by the foe.The Captains walked up and down the deck in fair weather sing-ing songs, but we were below.We fainted with our chins on the oars and you did not see thatwe were…
It isn’t standin’ up to charge nor lyin’ down to fire;But it’s everlastin’ waitin’ on a everlastin’ roadFor the commissariat camel an’ ‘is commissariat load.O the oont*, O the oont, O the commissariat oont!With ‘is silly neck a-bobbin’ like a basket full o’ snakes;We packs ‘im like an idol, an’ you ought to ‘ear ‘im…
Playing with strife for the most of my life,But this is a different game.I’ll not fight against swords unseen,Or spears that I cannot view–Hand him the keys of the place on your knees–‘Tis the Dreamer whose dreams come true!Ask him his terms and accept them at once.Quick, ere we anger him, go!Never before have I…
Before thy coachman guessed his fate,–How thou shouldst leave thy, ‘scutcheoned gateOn that new wheel which is the oiled–To see the England Shakespeare saw(Oh, Earth, ’tis long since Shallow died!Yet by yon farrowed sow may hideSome blue deep minion of the Law)–To range from Ashby-de-la-ZouchBy Lyonnesse to Locksley Hall,Or haply, nearer home, appalThy father’s sister’s…
But Adam did not need it,Nor the plough he would not speed it,Singing: –‘Earth and Water, Air and Fire,What more can mortal man desire?’(The Apple Tree’s in bud)As Adam lay a-dreaming beneath the Apple TreeThe Angel of the Waters offered all the Seas in fee;But Adam would not take ’em,Nor the ships he wouldn’t make…
She was warned agin’ ‘im —That is why she took.‘Wouldn’t ‘ear no reason,‘Went an’ done it blind;We know all about ’em,They’ve got all to find!Cheer for the Sergeant’s weddin’ —Give ’em one cheer more!Grey gun-‘orses in the lando,An’ a rogue is married to, etc.What’s the use o’ tellin’‘Arf the lot she’s been?‘E’s a bloomin’ robber,~An’~…
Wherein no soul can aid,Whereof no soul can hear:Whereto no end is seenExcept to grieve again–Ah, Mary Magdalene,Where is there greater pain?To dream on dear disgraceEach hour of every day–To bring no honest faceTo aught I do or say:To lie from morn till e’en–To know my lies are vain–Ah, Mary Magdalene,Where can be greater pain?To…
There’s little left, indeed, of the city you will read of,And all the folk I write about have died.Now few will understand if you mention Talleyrand,Or remember what his cunning and his skill did;And the cabmen at the wharf do not know Count Zinzendorf,Nor the Church in Philadelphia he builded.It is gone, gone, gone with…
Because a sudden wind at twilight’s hushHad snapped her stem alone of all the bush.And God, Who hears both sun-dried dust and sun,Had pity, whispering to that luckless one,‘Sister, in that thou sayest We did not well —What voices heardst thou when thy petals fell?’And the Rose answered, ‘In that evil hourA voice said, `Father,…
Speakin’ in general, I ‘ave found them goodFor such as cannot use one bed too long,But must get ‘ence, the same as I ‘ave done,An’ go observin’ matters till they die.What do it matter where or ‘ow we die,So long as we’ve our ‘ealth to watch it all —The different ways that different things are…
