#English #XIXCentury #XXCentury
Just Home and Love! the words are… Four little letters unto each; And yet you will not find in all The wide and gracious range of spe… Two more so tenderly complete:
I stood beside the silken rope, Five dollars in my hand, And waited in my patient hope To sit anear the Band, And hear the famous Louie play
This is the end of all my ways, My wanderings on earth, My gloomy and my golden days, My madness and my mirth. I’ve bought ten thousand blades of…
O Teddy Bear! with your head awry And your comical twisted smile, You rub your eyes —do you wonder w… You’ve slept such a long, long whi… As you lay so still in the cupboar…
I’ve often wondered why Old chaps who choose to die In evil passes, Before themselves they slay, Invariably they
The lonely sunsets flare forlorn Down valleys dreadly desolate; The lordly mountains soar in scorn As still as death, as stern as fat… The lonely sunsets flame and die;
I am the Cannon King, behold! I perish on a throne of gold. With forest far and turret high, Renowned and rajah—rich am I. My father was, and his before,
When I was young and Scottish I Allergic was to spending; I put a heap of bawbees by, But now my life is ending, Although I would my hoarded pelf
The chapel looms against the sky, Above the vine—clad shelves, And as the peasants pass it by They cross themselves. But I alone, I grieve to state,
A grey gull hovered overhead, Then wisely flew away. 'In half a jiffy you’ll be dead,' I thought I heard it say; As there upon the railway line,
I saw three wounded of the war: And the first had lost his eyes; And the second went on wheels and… No legs below the thighs; And the face of the third was feat…
He took the grade in second —quite… Dizzy and dangerous, yet how subli… The road went up and up; it curved… The mountain and the gorge grew mo… He drove serenely, with no hint of…
Having an aged hate of height I forced myself to climb the Towe… Yet paused at every second flight Because my heart is scant of power… Then when I gained the sloping su…
You ask me what I call Success — It is, I wonder, Happiness? It is not wealth, it is not fame, Nor rank, nor power nor honoured n… It is not triumph in the Arts —
I’m part of people I have known And they are part of me; The seeds of thought that I have… In other minds I see. There’s something of me in the thr…