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The wreath of banquet overnight la… Our hands and scarfs were saffron-… When we went forth to Paniput to… Ere we came back from Paniput and… Thrice thirty thousand men were we…
OUR England is a garden that is… Of borders, beds and shrubberies a… With statues on the terraces and p… But the Glory of the Garden lies… For where the old thick laurels gr…
At the eleventh hour he came, But his wages were the same As ours who all day long had trod The wine—press of the Wrath of Go… When he shouldered through the lin…
HIS spots are the joy of the Leo… Be clean, for the strength of the… If ye find that the Bullock can t… Ye need not stop work to inform us… Oppress not the cubs of the strang…
Through the Plagues of Egyp’ we w… Gettin’ down an’ shovin’ in the su… An’ you might 'ave called us dirty… An’ you might ‘ave ’eard us talkin… But the Captain ‘ad ’is jacket, a…
THE eldest son bestrides him, And the pretty daughter rides him, And I meet him oft o’ mornings on… And there kindles in my bosom An emotion chill and gruesome
THERE was darkness under Heaven For an hour’s space— Darkness that we knew was given Us for special grace. Sun and moon and stars were hid,
ONCE upon a time, on an uninhabited island on the shores of the Red Sea, there lived a Parsee from whose hat the rays of the sun were reflected in more—than—oriental splendour. And the ...
Old Mother Laidinwool had nigh tw… She heard the hops was doing well,… For said she: “The lads I’ve… They’re bound to be at hopping an… Let me up and go
Now we are come to our Kingdom, And the State is thus and thus; Our legions wait at the Palace ga… Little it profits us. Now we are come to our Kingdom!
TIME and Space decreed his lot, But little Man was quick to note: When Time and Space said Man mig… Bravely he answered, “Nay! I mote… I looked on old New England.
LAND of our Birth, we pledge to… Our love and toil in the years to… When we are grown and take our pla… As men and women with our race. Father in Heaven who lovest all,
So long as 'neath the Kalka hills The tonga-horn shall ring, So long as down the Solon dip The hard-held ponies swing, So long as Tara Devi sees
THE WIND took off with the suns… The fog came up with the tide, When the Witch of the North took… With a little Blue Devil inside. “Sink,” she said, “or swim,” she s…
OPEN the old cigar—box, get me a… For things are running crossways,… We quarrelled about Havanas—we fo… And I knew she is exacting, and s… Open the old cigar—box—let me cons…