As the sea flooding the flat sands Flew on the sea-born horde, The two hosts shocked with dust an… Left of the Latian paladin, Clanged all Prince Harold’s howli…

You whom the kings saluted; who re… The one great pleasure of ignoble… Fame without name and glory withou… Whom no biographer befouls with pr… Who said of you “Defeated”? In th…

When God turned back eternity and… Ancient of Days, grown little for… (As under the low arch the land is… Peered through you, gate of heaven… Or shutting out his shining skies…

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,

There has fallen on earth for a to… A god too great for the sky. He has burst out of all things and… The bounds of eternity: Into time and the terminal land

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,

O well for him that loves the sun That sees the heaven-race ridden o… The splashing seas of sunset won, And shouts for victory. God made the sun to crown his head…

When Adam went from Paradise He saw the Sword and ran; The dreadful shape, the new device… The pointed end of Paradise, And saw what Peril is and Price,

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

Old Noah he had an ostrich farm a… He ate his egg with a ladle in a e… And the soup he took was Elephant… But they all were small to the cel… And Noah he often said to his wif…

It is customary to complain of the bustle and strenuousness of our epoch. But in truth the chief mark of our epoch is a profound laziness and fatigue; and the fact is that the real lazi...

What will there be to remember Of us in the days to be? Whose faith was a trodden ember And even our doubt not free; Parliaments built of paper,

Step softly, under snow or rain, To find the place where men can pr… The way is all so very plain That we may lose the way. Oh, we have learnt to peer and por…

When Death was on thy drums, Demo… And with one rush of slaves the wo… In that high dawn that Kings shal… A void there was and Walter was n… Through sacked Versailles, at Val…