#English
The Rev. Isaiah Bunter has disappeared into the interior of the Solomon Islands, and it is feared that he may have been devoured by the natives, as there has been a considerable revival...
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 phrases of the street are not only forcible but subtle: for a figure of speech can often get into a crack too small for a definition. Phrases like “put out” or “off colour” might ha...
Why should we reck of hours that r… While we two ride together? The heavens rent from end to end Would be but windy weather, The strong stars shaken down in sp…
When the first Christmas presents… Smelt sweeter than their frankince… And a wise man said, “We will not… “Nay,” said the next, “To all new… Bends the high gratitude of God;…
Here is the little door, lift up t… We need not wander more but enter… Our gift of finest gold, Gold that was never bought nor sol… Myrrh to be strewn about his bed;
Low and brown barns thatched and r… Where I had seven sons until to-d… A little hill of hay your spur has… This is not Paris. You have lost… You, staring at your sword to find…
If trees were tall and grasses sho… As in some crazy tale, If here and there a sea were blue Beyond the breaking pale, If a fixed fire hung in the air
You will find me drinking rum, Like a sailor in a slum, You will find me drinking beer lik… You will find me drinking gin In the lowest kind of inn
I have not read a rotten page Of “Sex-Hate” or “The Social Te… And here comes “Husks” and “Herit… O Moses, give us all a rest! “Ethics of Empire”!... I protest
A cloud was on the mind of men, an… Yea, a sick cloud upon the soul wh… Science announced nonentity and ar… The world was old and ended: but y… Round us in antic order their crip…
Impetuously I sprang from bed, Long before lunch was up, That I might drain the dizzy dew From the day’s first golden cup. In swift devouring ecstasy
O God of earth and altar, Bow down and hear our cry, Our earthly rulers falter, Our people drift and die; The walls of gold entomb us,
Great God, that bowest sky and st… Bow down our towering thoughts to… And grant us in a faltering war The firm feet of humility. Lord, we that snatch the swords of…
A livid sky on London And like the iron steeds that rear A shock of engines halted And I knew the end was near: And something said that far away,…