Kilmore cares not who comes nigh. But, with a calm, incurious eye, She sees the swift cars speeding b… Then turns again to labor. She is content to plod along.

The heathen’s not efficient; He sits down in the sun And doesn’t care a tuppn’y dump When the day’s work’s begun. He works to eat and eats to live,

Is youth not less pedantic, less a… Less prone to value things of litt… In failing to wax wrath about a wo… That bears suspicion of a lowly bi… All words have known their low and…

Wot price ole Ginger Mick? 'E’s… Gone to the flamin’ war to stoush… Wus it fer glory, or a woman’s sak… Ar, arst me somethin’ easy! I dun… ‘Is Kharki clobber set ’im off a…

’Tis morn. An individualistic cock Proclaims the fact. The dissipated cat sneaks home for… ’Tis time to get up and act!

Is it the dawn of a Golden Age And a swift release from pain? The politicians fight and rage Where doubt and chaos reign. But out on the fields, with one ac…

A vase upon the mantelpiece, A ship upon the sea, A goat upon a mountain-top Are much the same to me; But when you mention melon jam,

But a scant 2000 folk, no more, Sitting solemn-faced within the pe… While the parsons preach and outwa… In divers tones, their own peculia… Folk of sobriety,

When PHARAOH chased the chosen… Things seemed to hint at failure i… For ’tis written that the Opposit… But we’ve never been enlightened o… But probably before the wave came…

Oh, we are the phantoms of rovers… See how the mocking mirages play! Men who have ventured and paid the… Lone, waiting women, ’tis vain to… We dies unshriven, as rovers die,

They say the eagle is a bird That sees some splendid sights When he soars high into the sky Upon his dizzy flights: He sees the ground for miles aroun…

Dolefully and drearily Come I with the spring; Wearily and cerily My threnody I sing. Hear my drear, discordant note

Thus it happened .... Let me ment… This occurred in times long vanish… ’Tis a quaint, unlikely story; som… But that’s a little matter you may… Mr. Foodle led a party that was s…

We have heard of the mythical land… And of caliphs and sultans galore; Of Haroun al Raschid, of Abdul t… And dark deeds by the Bosphorous… But the picture we knew fades comp…

Said the Digger: 'Soon forgot!… Better so, may be. . . Why not? Beauty fades and laurels rot; Last year’s roses are no more. Fame?' the one-armed Digger said,