(Mat. Prior)
#English #Victorians #XIXCentury #XXCentury
When the drums begin to beat Down the street, When the poles are fetched and guy… When the tight-rope’s stretched an… When the dance-girls make salaam,
“OH, where are you going to, all… With England’s own coal, up and d… “We are going to fetch you your br… Your beef, pork, and mutton, eggs,… “And where will you fetch it from,…
SUDDEN the desert changes, The raw glare softens and clings, Till the aching Oudtshoorn ranges Stand up like the thrones of King… Ramparts of slaughter and peril—
There’s a whisper down the field w… And the ricks stand grey to the su… Singing: ‘Over then, come over, f… ‘And your English summer’s done.’ You have heard the beat of the off…
0h, East is East, and West is We… Till Earth and Sky stand presentl… But there is neither East nor Wes… When two strong men stand face to… Kamal is out with twenty men to ra…
‘What are the bugles blowin’ for?'… ‘To turn you out, to turn you out,… ‘What makes you look so white, so… ‘I’m dreadin’ what I’ve got to wa… For they’re hangin’ Danny Deever,…
BLESSÈD was our first age and morning—time. Then were no waies tarren, ne no cars numberen, but each followed his owne playinge—busyness to go about singly or by large interspaces, for ...
WE’ RE foot—slog—slog—slog—slogg… Foot—foot—foot—foot—sloggin’ over… (Boots—boots—boots—boots—movin’ up… There’s no discharge in the war! Seven—six—eleven—five—nine—an’—twe…
Jelaludin Muhammed Akbar, Guardi… Moved his standards out of Delhi… Where a mosque was to be builded,… And Munim Khan, his Viceroy, sli… High as Hope upsheered her out—wo…
WINDS of the World, give answer… And what should they know of Engl… The poor little street—bred people… They are lifting their heads in th… Must we borrow a clout from the B…
TO—DAY, across our fathers’ grav… The astonished years reveal The remnant of that desperate host Which cleansed our East with stee… Hail and farewell! We greet you h…
BENEATH the deep veranda’s shad… When bats begin to fly, I sit me down and watch—alas!— Another evening die. Blood—red behind the sere ferash
HEAR and attend and listen; for this befell and behappened and became and was, O my Best Beloved, when the Tame animals were wild. The Dog was wild, and the Horse was wild, and the Cow ...
They christened my brother of old— And a saintly name he bears— They gave him his place to hold At the head of the belfry—stairs, Where the minster—towers stand
TO the Judge of Right and Wrong With Whom fulfilment lies Our purpose and our power belong, Our faith and sacrifice, Let Freedom’s Land rejoice!
