EYES aloft, over dangerous place… The children follow the butterflie… And, in the sweat of their upturne… Slash with a net at the empty skie… So it goes they fall amid brambles…

Whether to wend through straight s… Trimly by towns perfectly paved; Or after office, as fitteth thy fa… Faring with friends far among fiel… There is none other equal in actio…

Hurree Chunder Mookerjee, pride o… Owner of a native press, “Barrish… Waited on the Government with a c… Sabres by the bucketful, rifles by… Then the Indian Government winked…

AT two o’clock in the morning, if… You will hear the feet of the Win… And the trees in the shadow rustle… And though it is deep, dark night,… So do the cows in the field. They…

AS our mother the Frigate, bepain… Made play for her bully the Ship… So we, her bold daughters by iron… Accost and destroy to our masters’… For this is our virtue —to spy and…

WE HAVE no heart for the fishin… All that our fathers taught us of… All that our own hearts bid us bel… There is no proof in the bread we… Look you, our foreshore stretches…

LONG years ago, ere R—lls or R—… Trebled the mileage man could cove… When Sh—nks’s Mare was H—bs—n’s… And Bl—r—ot had not flown to Dove… When good hoteliers looked askance

I go to concert, party, ball— What profit is in these? I sit alone against the wall And strive to look at ease. The incense that is mine by right

Now Chil the Kite brings home the… That Mang the Bat sets free— The herds are shut in byre and hut… For loosed till dawn are we. This is the hour of pride and powe…

Troopin’, troopin’, troopin’ to th… 'Ere’s September come again —the… O leave the dead be’ind us, for th… To where the ship’s a-coalin’ up t… We’re goin’ 'ome, we’re goin’ 'ome…

WE were all one heart and one rac… When the Abbey trumpets blew. For a moment’s breathing—space We had forgotten you. Now you return to your honoured pl…

WE’RE not so old in the Army Li… But we’re not so young at our trad… For we had the honour at Fontenoy Of meeting the Guards’ Brigade. 'Twas Lally, Dillon, Bulkeley, C…

THERE runs a road by Merrow Dow… A grassy track today it is— An hour out of Guildford Town, Above the river Wey it is. Here, when they heard the horse—be…

O WOE is me for the merry life I led beyond the Bar, And a treble woe for my winsome wi… That weeps at Shalimar. They have taken away my long jezai…

Our sister sayeth such and such, And we must bow to her behests. Our sister toileth overmuch, Our little maid that hath no breas… A field untilled, a web unwove,