Ah! What avails the classic bent And what the cultured word, Against the undoctored incident That actually occurred? And what is Art whereto we press

After the sack of the City, when… In the years that the lights were… Low on the borders of Britain (th… Between the Cliff and the Forest… Stubborn all were his people from…

WE thought we ranked above the ch… Others might fall, not we, for we… Merchants in freedom. So, of our… We let our servants drug our stren… The pleasure and the poison had it…

THE Injian Ocean sets an’ smiles So sof’, so bright, so bloomin’ bl… There aren’t a wave for miles an’… Excep’ the jiggle from the screw. The ship is swep’, the day is done…

UNTIL thy feet have trod the Ro… Advise not wayside folk, Nor till thy back has borne the L… Break in upon the broke. Chase not with undesired largesse

ONE moment past our bodies cast No shadow on the plain; Now clear and black they stride ou… And we run home again. In morning—hush, each rock and bus…

OR ever the battered liners sank With their passengers to the dark, I was head of a Walworth Bank, And you were a grocer’s clerk. I was a dealer in stocks and share…

TO THE legion of the lost ones,… To my brethren in their sorrow ove… Sings a gentleman of England clea… And a trooper of the Empress, if… Yea, a trooper of the forces who h…

YOU mustn’t groom an Arab with a… You hadn’t ought to tension—spring… You couldn’t push a brumby fifty m… And drop him in a boiler—shed to c… I’ll sling you through six countie…

NOW the new year reviving old des… The restless soul to open sea aspi… Where the Blue Peter flickers fro… And the grimed stoker feeds the en… Coupons, alas, depart with all the…

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…

TAKE up the White Man’s burden– Send forth the best ye breed— Go bind your sons to exile To serve your captives’ need; To wait in heavy harness

That which is marred at birth Tim… Nor water out of bitter well make… All evil thing returneth at the en… Or elseway walketh in our blood un… Whereby the more is sorrow in cert…

IN EXTENDED observation of th… From the Four—mile Radius roughly… I have drunk with mixed assemblies… And the men of half Creation damn… I have watched them in their tantr…

Thy face is far from this our war, Our call and counter-cry, I shall not find Thee quick and k… Nor know Thee till I die. Enough for me in dreams to see