ERE stopping or turning, to put f… Is a charm that thy daies may be l… Though seventy—times—seven thee F… O’ertaking at corners is Death in… Sith main—roads for side—roads car…

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…

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

ENGLAND is a cosy little countr… Excepting for the draughts along t… And that is why you’re told, When the passages are cold: “Darling, you’ve forgot to shut th…

YOU mustn’t groom an Arab with a… You hadn’t ought to tension—spring… You couldn’t push a brumby fifty m… And drop him in a boiler—shed to c… I’ll sling you through six countie…

LO! the Wild Cow of the Desert,… Lost in the wind plaited sand—dune… Hot foot she follows those foot—pr… Her soul is shut save to one thing… Fearless she lows past the camp, m…

AS our mother the Frigate, bepain… Made play for her bully the Ship… So we, her bold daughters by iron… Accost and destroy to our masters’… For this is our virtue —to spy and…

This is the ballad of Boh Da Tho… Erst a Pretender to Theebaw’s thr… Who harried the district of Alalo… How he met with his fate and the… At the hand of Harendra Mukerji,

As I was spittin’ into the Ditch… I seed a man on a man-o’-war got u… 'E was scrapin’ the paint from off… Sez 'e, “I’m a Jolly —'Er Majest… Now ‘is work begins by Gawd knows…

SOUTH and far south below the L… Our Admiral leads us on, Above, undreamed—of planets shine… The stars we know are gone. Around, our clustered seamen mark

THERE runs a road by Merrow Dow… A grassy track today it is— An hour out of Guildford Town, Above the river Wey it is. Here, when they heard the horse—be…

CAIN and Abel were brothers born… (Koop—la! Come along, cows!) One raised cattle and one raised c… (Koop—la! Come along! Co—hoe!) And Cain he farmed by the river—s…

Only two African kopjes, Only the cart-tracks that wind Empty and open between 'em, Only the Transvaal behind; Only an Aldershot column

Naked and grey the Cotswolds stan… Beneath the autumn sun, And the stubble—fields on either h… Where Stour and Avon run. There is no change in the patient…

“These were never your true love’s… Why do you feign that you love the… You that broke from their constanc… And the wide calm brows above them… This was never your true love’s sp…