(Mat. Prior)
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Your trail runs to the westward, And mine to my own place; There is water between our lodges, And I have not seen your face. But since I have read your verses
HELP for a patriot distressed, a… Help for an honourable clan sore t… From Queenstown Bay to Donegal,… The honourable gentlemen have suff… Their noble names were mentioned—…
NOT in the thick of the fight, Not in the press of the odds, Do the heroes come to their height… Or we know the demi—gods. That stands over till peace.
THE MIRACLE of our land’s spe… And long received, none marvel whe… We have such wealth as Rome at he… Had not or (having) scattered not… Nor with such arrant prodigality,
IF the Led Striker call it a str… Or the papers call it a war, They know not much what I am like… Nor what he is, my Avatar. Through many roads, by me possesse…
THE FEAR was on the cattle, for… An’ the pens broke up on the lower… An’ the lights went out on the low… I had been singin’ to them to keep… For the lower deck is the dangerou…
THESE were our children who died… We have only the memory left of th… The price of our loss shall be pai… Neither the Alien nor Priest shal… But who shall return us the childr…
AHASUERUS JENKINS of the “… Was dowered with a tenor voice of… His views on equitation were, perh… He had no seat worth mentioning, b… He clubbed his wretched company a…
When, foot to wheel and back to wi… The helmsman dare not look behind, But hears beyond his compass-light… The blind bow thunder through the… And, like a harpstring ere it snap…
“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,…
Abdhur Rahman, the Durani Chief,… His mercy fills the Khyber hills—… He has taken toll of the North an… And they tell the tale of his char… Before the old Peshawur Gate, whe…
There was a Priest at Philae, Tongue-tied, feeble, and old; And the daily prayer to the Virgi… Was all the Office he could. The others were ill-remembered,
’TWAS Fultah Fisher’s boarding—… Where sailor-men reside, And there were men of all the port… From Mississip to Clyde, And regally they spat and smoked,
KING Solomon drew merchantmen, Because of his desire For peacocks, apes, and ivory, From Tarshish unto Tyre, With cedars out of Lebanon
THE BACHELOR ’e fights for on… As joyful as can be; But the married man don’t call it… Because ’e fights for three— For ’Im an’ ’Er an’ It