Then Bernard smiled at me, that I… But I had gazed already; caught t… Faced the unfathomable ray of rays Which to itself and by itself is t… Then was my vision mightier than m…

Britannia needs no Boulevards, No spaces wide and gay: Her march was through the crooked… Along the narrow way. Nor looks she where, New York’s s…

So you have gained the golden crow… The laurels and the jewels, the pe… But I will beat the bounding drum… For all the glory I have lost, th… I saw the light of morning pale on…

There fared a mother driven forth Out of an inn to roam; In the place where she was homeles… All men are at home. The crazy stable close at hand,

If I had been a Heathen, I’d have praised the purple vine, My slaves should dig the vineyards… And I would drink the wine. But Higgins is a Heathen,

The thatch on the roof was as gold… Though dusty the straw was and old… The wind had a peal as of trumpets… Though blowing and barren and cold… The mother’s hair was a glory

The sun was black with judgment, a… Blood: but between I saw a man stand, saying: ‘To me… The grass is green. ’There was no star that I forgot…

The real trouble with this world of ours is not that it is an unreasonable world, nor even that it is a reasonable one. The commonest kind of trouble is that it is nearly reasonable, bu...

The men that worked for England They have their graves at home: And bees and birds of England About the cross can roam. But they that fought for England,

The Druids waved their golden kni… And danced around the Oak WHen they had sacrificed a man; But though the learned search and… No single modern person can

This ballad needs no historical notes, for the simple reason that it does not profess to be historical. All of it that is not frankly fictitious, as in any prose romance about the past,...

G. K. Chesterton’s tribute was pr… Lift up your heads; in life, in de… God knoweth his head was high; Quit we the coward’s broken breath… Who watched a strong man die.

The American’s a hustler, for he… And surely the American must know… He will prove to you with figures… Beginning with his boyhood long ag… When the slow-maturing anecdote is…

Under what withering leprous light The very grass as hair is grey, Grass in the cracks of the paven c… Of gods we graved but yesterday. Senate, republic, empire, all