(Wordsworth)
#English #Victorians #XIXCentury #XXCentury
SEVEN men from all the world, ba… Rolling down the Ratcliffe Road d… Give the girls another drink ‘fore… We that took the “Bolivar” out ac… We put out from Sunderland loaded…
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
LONG years ago, ere R—lls or R—… Trebled the mileage man could cove… When Sh—nks’s Mare was H—bs—n’s… And Bl—r—ot had not flown to Dove… When good hoteliers looked askance
AS I PASS through my incarnatio… I make my proper prostrations to t… Peering through reverent fingers… And the Gods of the Copybook Hea… We were living in trees when they…
“THERE’S no sense in going furt… So they said, and I believed it–… Built my barns and strung my fence… Tucked away below the foothills wh… Till a voice, as bad as Conscienc…
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
Brethren, how shall it fare with m… When the war is laid aside, If it be proven that I am he For whom a world has died? If it be proven that all my good,
You may talk o’ gin and beer When you’re quartered safe out ’er… An’ you’re sent to penny-fights an… But when it comes to slaughter You will do your work on water,
OPEN the old cigar—box, get me a… For things are running crossways,… We quarrelled about Havanas—we fo… And I knew she is exacting, and s… Open the old cigar—box—let me cons…
I have done mostly what most men d… And pushed it out of my mind; But I can’t forget, if I wanted t… Four—Feet trotting behind. Day after day, the whole day throu…
“Farewell, Romance!” the Cave-men… “With bone well carved He went aw… Flint arms the ignoble arrowhead, And jasper tips the spear to-day. Changed are the Gods of Hunt and…
The boats of Newhaven and Folkest… To Dieppe and Boulogne and to Ca… And in each of those runs there is… Where the English and French have… If the ships that were sunk could…
FOR all we have and are, For all our children’s fate, Stand up and take the war. The Hun is at the gate! Our world has passed away
OLD Horn to All Atlantic said: (A—hay O! To me O!) Now where did Frankie learn his t… For he ran me down with a three—re… (All round the Horn!)
(Byron) Thirteen as twelve my Murray alwa… He was a publisher. The new Polic… Have neater ways of bringing men t… So Juan found himself before J.P…