In every little country place, all… From ageing cradles of the race to… From the towns about the cities to… There dwells a man of all trades;… He’s dwelt there since the Lord k…

‘Swe-e-et! Swe-e-et!’ Low at fi… Full of soft seductiveness on a wh… Who comes in mercy now, crumbs of… For a grey bird pleading from a co… Just a thread of tallow-fat, just…

They must not talk....That strong… The male of homo sapiens, bears th… With calm aplomb. Speech is a tr… In any sport conducted by mere man… Thus, when our flannelled Knights…

Oh, we might have a marvellous cit… Were we only less keen on cash Less avid for things - more’s the… That fade and are gone in a flash, A city where duffers in my line

Once an anthropoidal ape, Hairy, savage, strange of shape, On a day that was excessively B.C… In a forest damp and dim, With his tail round a limb,

A golden maid whose golden voice Calls to the northern lands, Of riches she has had her choice. Twin treasures to make men rejoice Came easy to her hands:

Well, I don’t know. Maybe it’s q… And maybe it is I who am perverse… Finding in this unedifying sight Mere mummery, and hearing but a bl… Of words and frowsty fustian - or…

‘Which reminds me,’ said O’Brien ‘And ’tis not a word of lyin’ Of a summertime way back in eighty… Whin a felly name of Brady An’ his sister (quite a lady)

A noble lesson this should teach, Dear children unto you. If other people’s goods you reach, Of rectitude ‘twill be a breach, Or parsons will your virtues preac…

A patriot spake thus to an eager t… ‘Give me the power and I shall ri… And Fortune, smiling, on our land… His name was COOK. Lo, I beheld, throughout a contin…

“An’—wilt—yeh—take—this—woman—fer—… Yer—weddid—wife?”...O, strike me!… TAKE ‘er? Doreen? ’E stan’s the… As if 'e thort per’aps I’d rather… TAKE ‘er? ’E seemed to think 'er…

Somewhere or other, ’tis doubtful… In the archives of Gosh is a volu… A precious old classic that nobody… And nobody asks for, and nobody he… Which makes it a classic, and fame…

‘E sez to me, ’Wot’s orl this fla… The papers torks uv nothin’ else b… An’wot’s ole England got snake-'e… An’ wot’s the strength uv callin’… ‘E sez to me, ’Struth! Don’t she…

A man’s a mug. I’ve worked the '… To-day, down in the orchard where… Runnin’ the wheels red-'ot beneath… An’ wras’lin’ fervud with a sudden… A doubt wot’s plugged me fair bang…

Day after day, week after burning… A ruthless sun has sucked the fore… Morn after anxious morn men’s glan… The hills, hard-etched against a h… Gay blossoms droop and die.