#English
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…
If souls could sing to heaven’s hi… As blackbirds pipe on earth, How those delicious courts would r… With gusts of lovely mirth! What white-robed throng could lift…
‘If I could whisper you all I kno… Said the Old Fool in the Wood, ‘You’d never say that green leaves… You’d say, ‘Ah, what a happy mood The Master must be in today,
In old Japan, by creek and bay, The blue plum-blossoms blow, Where birds with sea-blue plumage… Through sea-blue branches go: Dragons are coiling down below
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…
‘_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…
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
There came a crowder to the Merma… One dark May night, Fiddling a tune that quelled our m… With quaint delight, It haunts me yet, as old lost airs…
When daffodils danced in Chuck Ha… Drew their own shadowy purple acro… Darkening the valley where the sma… The Saxon built stood roofless to… Believe me, Memory, it was not a…
Last night, I dreamed of Nippon..… I saw a cloud of white Drifting before the sunset On seas of opal light. Beyond the wide Pacific
Music of the star-shine shimmering… Mirror me no longer in the dusk of… Dim and white the rose-leaves drif… Wind among the roses, blow no more… All along the purple creek, lit wi…
OUT of her darkened fishing-ports… A fleet of little ships, whose eve… Daffodil, Sea-lark, Rose and Surf
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…
Black-veiled, black-gowned, she ri… With eyes that fill too listlessly… Her waxen hands clasp and unclasp… _Good News_, they cry. She neithe… Good News, perhaps, may crown som…
O Mystery of life, That, after all our strife, Defeats, mistakes, Just as, at last, we see The road to victory,
