HARRY, our King in England, fr… And comen to Hamull on the Hoke i… For there lay the Mary of the Tow… And he would discover, certaynely,… He told not none of his setting fo…

(Herrick) Since ye distemper and defile Sweet Here by the measured mile, Nor aught on jocund highways heed Except the evidence of speed;

I ate my fill of a whale that die… And stranded after a month at sea.… There is a pain in my inside. Why have the Gods afflicted me? Ow! I am purged till I am a wra…

If Thought can reach to Heaven, On Heaven let it dwell, For fear the Thought be given Like power to reach to Hell. For fear the desolation

THE white moth to the closing bin… The bee to the opened clover, And the gipsy blood to the gipsy b… Ever the wide world over. Ever the wide world over, lass,

We’ve drunk to the Queen —God ble… We’ve drunk to our mothers’ land; We’ve drunk to our English brothe… (But he does not understand); We’ve drunk to the wide creation,

BY THE well, where the bullocks… Silent and blind and slow— By the field where the young corn… In the face of the sultry skies, They have heard, as the dull Eart…

WITH those that bred, with those… He had no part whose hands were cl… But subtle, strong, and stubborn,… To a lost cause, and knew the gift… Later shall rise a people, sane an…

BOANERGES BLITZEN, servant… Is a dismal failure—is a Might—ha… In a luckless moment he discovered… Rise to high position through a re… Boanerges Blitzen argued therefor…

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…

AS our mother the Frigate, bepain… Made play for her bully the Ship… So we, her bold daughters by iron… Accost and decoy to our masters’ d… Now, pray you, consider what toils…

MASTER, this is Thy Servant. H… He is mainly Head and Tummy. His… But Thou has forgiven his uglines… Art Thou content with Thy Servan… Master, behold a Sinner! He hath…

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

CITIES and Thrones and Powers Stand in Time’s eye, Almost as long as flowers, Which daily die: But, as new buds put forth