I saw a name carved on a tree "Julia"; A simpler name there could not be Julia: But seeing it I seemed to see A Devon garden, pleasantly About a parsonage, the bee...
[note: This poem is designed to form a part of a volume of strictly religious poetry, which the Author has in course of preparation; and is inserted here in deference to the expressed wish of a large number of friends. Its appe...
Beneath her window in the fragrant night I half forget how truant years have flown Since I looked up to see her chamber-light, Or catch, perchance, her slender shadow thrown...
When battles were fought With a chivalrous sense of Should and Ought, In spirit men said, "End we quick or dead, Honour is some reward! Let us fight fair - for our own best or worst;...
A little time agone, a few brief years, And there was peace within our beauteous borders; Peace, and a prosperous people, and no fears Of war and its disorders....
When my old heart was young, my dear, The Earth and Heaven were so near That in my dreams I oft could hear The steps of unseen races; In woodlands, where bright waters ran,...
"Build me a nation," said the Lord. The distant nations heard the word, Build me a nation true and strong, Bar out the old world's hate and wrong; For men had traced with blood and tears...
A monarch is pestered with cares, Though, no doubt, he can often trepan them; But one comes in a shape he can never escape - The implacable National Anthem! Though for quiet and rest he may yearn,...
There's a thing we love to think of when the summer days are long, And the summer winds are blowing, and the summer sun is strong, When the orchards and the meadows throw their fragrance on the air,...
We've drunk to the Queen, God bless her!, We've drunk to our mothers' land; We've drunk to our English brother, (But he does not understand); We've drunk to the wide creation,...
Where is that country? The unresting mind Like a lapwing nears and leaves it and returns. I know those unknown hill-springs where they rise, I know the answer of the elms to the wind...
There was a strife 'twixt man and maid, Oh, that was at the birth of time! But what befell 'twixt man and maid, Oh, that's beyond the grip of rhyme. 'Twas "Sweet, I must not bide with you,"...