#English #Victorians #XIXCentury #XXCentury
THE Injian Ocean sets an’ smiles So sof’, so bright, so bloomin’ bl… There aren’t a wave for miles an’… Excep’ the jiggle from the screw. The ship is swep’, the day is done…
Once on a time was a King anxious… What was the wisest thing a man co… Most of his population hurried to… Each with a long oration, each wit… They interrupted his meals —he was…
WHEN that great Kings return to… Or Emperors in their pride, Grief of a day shall fill a day, Because its creature died. But we—we reckon not with those
Now Tomlinson gave up the ghost i… And a Spirit came to his bedside… A Spirit gripped him by the hair… Till he heard as the roar of a rai… Till he heard the roar of the Mil…
0NCE, after long—drawn revel at… He to the overbearing Boanerges Jonson, uttered (if half of it wer… Blessed be the vintage!) Saying how, at an alehouse under…
FATHER, Mother, and Me Sister and Auntie say All the people like us are We, And every one else is They. And They live over the sea,
Delilah Aberyswith was a lady– no… With a perfect taste in dresses an… With a thirst for information, and… And a little house in Simla in th… By reason of her marriage to a gen…
When I was a King and a Mason —a… I cleared me ground for a Palace… I decreed and dug down to my level… I came on the wreck of a Palace s… There was no worth in the fashion…
One grief on me is laid Each day of every year, Wherein no soul can aid, Whereof no soul can hear: Whereto no end is seen
THE Cities are full of pride, Challenging each to each— This from her mountain—side, That from her burthened beach. They count their ships full tale—
OH, glorious are the guarded heig… Where guardian souls abide— Self—exiled from our gross delight… Above, beyond, outside: An ampler arc their spirit swings—
WE thought we ranked above the ch… Others might fall, not we, for we… Merchants in freedom. So, of our… We let our servants drug our stren… The pleasure and the poison had it…
IF I were hanged on the highest h… Mother o’ mine, O mother o’ mine! I know whose love would follow me… Mother o’ mine, O mother o’ mine! If I were drowned in the deepest…
NOW there is nothing wrong with m… Except—I think it’s called T.B. And that is why I have to lay Out in the garden all the day. Our garden is not very wide,
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—…