A GREAT and glorious thing it i… To learn, for seven years or so, The Lord knows what of that and t… Ere reckoned fit to face the foe — The flying bullet down the Pass,

Once, after long—drawn revel at T… He to the overbearing Boanerges Jonson, uttered (if half of it wer… Blessed be the vintage!) Saying how, at an alehouse under…

Kabul town’s by Kabul river– Blow the bugle, draw the sword— There I lef’ my mate for ever, Wet an’ drippin’ by the ford. Ford, ford, ford o’ Kabul river,

I have made for you a song And it may be right or wrong, But only you can tell me if it’s t… I have tried for to explain Both your pleasure and your pain,

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…

Who hath desired the Sea?—the sig… The heave and the halt and the hur… The sleek-barrelled swell before s… Stark calm on the lap of the Line… His Sea in no showing the same h…

KING Solomon drew merchantmen, Because of his desire For peacocks, apes, and ivory, From Tarshish unto Tyre, With cedars out of Lebanon

In the name of the Empress of Ind… O Lords of the Jungle, wherever y… The woods are astir at the close o… We exiles are waiting for letters… Let the robber retreat —let the ti…

IF down here I chance to die, Solemnly I beg you take All that is left of “I” To the Hills for old sake’s sake, Pack me very thoroughly

THERE’s a little red—faced man, Which is Bobs, Rides the tallest ‘orse ’e can— Our Bobs. If it bucks or kicks or rears,

WHERE the sober—colored cultivat… On his byles; Where the cholera, the cyclone, an… Come and go; Where the merchant deals in indigo…

They bear, in place of classic nam… Letters and numbers on their skin. They play their grisly blindfold g… In little boxes made of tin. Sometimes they stalk the Zeppelin…

THE ‘eathen in ’is blindness bows… 'E don’t obey no orders unless the… ‘E keeps ’is side—arms awful: ‘e l… An’ then comes up the Regiment an… All along o’ dirtiness, all along…

I’VE NEVER sailed the Amazon, I’ve never reached Brazil; But the Don and Magdalena, They can go there when they will! Yes, weekly from Southampton,

The child of Mary Queen of Scots… A shifty mother’s shiftless son, Bred up among intrigues and plots, Learnèd in all things, wise in non… Ungainly, babbling, wasteful, weak…