Fashion on fashion on fashion, (With only the truth growing old!) And here’s the new purple of passi… (And love waiting out in the cold) Who’ll buy?

How should we praise those lads of… Vindictive Who looked Death straight in the… Till his gaze fell, In those red gates of hell?

OUT of her darkened fishing-ports… A fleet of little ships, whose eve… Daffodil, Sea-lark, Rose and Surf

‘_And that a reply be received bef… _British Ultimatum_. Their Day was at twelve of the ni… When the graves give up their dead… And still, from the City, no ligh…

There is one road, one only, to th… A narrow way, but Freedom walks t… A straight, firm road through Cha… And all these wandering Jack-o-Le… It is the road of Law, where Pila…

‘Our cavalry have rescued Nazaret… described Christianity as a creed… The Emperor mocked at Nazareth In his almighty hour. The Slave that bowed himself to d…

Not with a flash that rends the bl… Shall fall the avenging sword. Gently as the evening dew Descends the mighty Lord. His dreadful balances are made

Under an arch of glorious leaves… Out of the wood and saw the sickle… Floating in daylight o’er the pale… It was the quiet hour before the s… Gathers the clouds to prayer and s…

Never since English ships went ou… To singe the beard of Spain, Or English sea-dogs hunted death Along the Spanish Main, Never since Drake and Raleigh won

The daylight moon looked quietly d… Through the gathering dusk on Lon… A smock-frocked yokel hobbled alon… By Newgate, humming a country son… Chewing a straw, he stood to stare

Give me the pulse of the tide agai… And the slow lapse of the leaves, The rustling gold of a field of gr… And a bird in the nested eaves; And a fishing-smack in the old har…

O Hesper-Phosphor, far away Shining, the first, the last white… Hear’st thou the strange, the ghos… That moan of an ancient agony From purple forest to golden sky

‘I want to be new,’ said the duckl… ‘O, ho!’ said the wise old owl, While the guinea-hen cluttered off… To tell all the rest of the fowl. ‘I should like a more elegant figu…

Sherwood in the twilight, is Robi… Grey and ghostly shadows are glidi… Shadows of the dappled deer, dream… Dreaming of a shadowy man that win… Robin Hood is here again: all his…

Last night I rode with Touchstone… From Ludgate Hill to World’s End… Despite the broadcloth and the bow… I knew him, Touchstone, the wild… The whetstone of his age, the scou…