STEADFAST as any soldier of th… He served his England, with the i… Poised at his heart. Nor could th… The constant peril of each burdene… England, and the honour of Englan…

When Shakespeare came to London He met no shouting throngs; He carried in his knapsack A scroll of quiet songs. No proud heraldic trumpet

You that have gathered together th… And welded them into one, Lifting the torch of your Freedom… That sailed to the setting sun; You that have made of mankind in y…

(It is supposed that Shadow-of-a-… more ancient sense of ‘beautiful.’… As along a dark pine-bough, in sle… The moon lay to listen, above the… In a deep dreaming wood that is ol…

Now, in a breath, we’ll burst thos… And ransack heaven before our mome… Now, in a breath, before we, too,… We’ll mount and sing and spread im… It is not time that makes eternity…

Green wing and ruby throat, What shining spell, what exquisite… Lured you to float And fight with bees round this one… Petulant imps of light,

O, once, by Cuckmere Haven, I heard a sailor sing Of shores beyond the sunset, And lands of lasting spring, Of blue lagoons and palm trees

Wonder in happy eyes Fades, fades away: And the angel-coloured skies Whisper farewell. Loveliness over the strings of the…

‘_There are no ghosts in America.… There are no ghosts, you say, To haunt her blaze of light; No shadows in her day, No phantoms in her night.

‘You were weeping in the night,’ s… ‘Weeping in your sleep, I am told… ‘It was nothing but a dream,’ said… But her face grew gray and old. ‘You thought you saw our German G…

(_On many recent novels by the con… Old Pantaloon, lean-witted, dour… After grim years of soul-destroyin… Weds Columbine, that April-bloode… ‘Too young’ to know that gold was…

I found a dreadful acre of the dea… Marked with the only sign on earth… The wings of death were hurrying o… The loose earth shook on those unq… For the deep gun-pits, with quick…

I tell you a tale to-night Which a seaman told to me, With eyes that gleamed in the lant… And a voice as low as the sea. You could almost hear the stars

O Mystery of life, That, after all our strife, Defeats, mistakes, Just as, at last, we see The road to victory,