We hev tumbled ez dust Or ez worms of the yearth; Wot we looked for hez bust! We are objects of mirth! They have played us old Pards of the river! they hev played us for all we was worth! ...
One man in a thousand, Solomon says, Will stick more close than a brother. And it's worth while seeking him half your days If you find him before the other. Nine nundred and ninety-nine depend...
The irresponsive silence of the land, The irresponsive sounding of the sea, Speak both one message of one sense to me: - Aloof, aloof, we stand aloof, so stand...
Truth is a golden thread, seen here and there In small bright specks upon the visible side Of our strange being's party-coloured web. How rich the converse! 'Tis a vein of ore...
Truth is a golden thread, seen here and there In small bright specks upon the visible side Of our strange being's parti-coloured web. How rich the universe! 'Tis a vein of ore...
Some time ago, ere we were born or thought of, There lived a little girl, who liked to roam Through lonely woods and lanes, unknown, unsought of Such folk who like to stop and stay at home....
'Though to my feathers in the wet, I have stood here from break of day, I have not found a thing to eat For only rubbish comes my way. Am I to live on lebeen-lone?' Muttered the old crane of Gort....
Said lady once to lover, "None can rely upon A love that lacks its proper food; And if your love were gone How could you sing those songs of love? I should be blamed, young man....
There were three cherry trees once, Grew in a garden all shady; And there for delight of so gladsome a sight, Walked a most beautiful lady, Dreamed a most beautiful lady. ...
Full thirty foot she towered from waterline to rail. It took a watch to steer her, and a week to shorten sail; But, spite all modern notions, I've found her first and best,...
They come as couriers of Heaven: their feet Sonorous-sandalled with majestic awe; In raiment of swift foam and wind and heat, Blowing the trumpets of God's wrath and law.
Three fishers went sailing away to the West, Away to the West as the sun went down; Each thought on the woman who loved him the best, And the children stood watching them out of the town;...
The sword slew one in deadly strife; One perish'd by the bowl; The third lies self-slain by the knife; For three the bells may toll, I loved her better than my life, And better than my soul. ...
Of gentle Philips will I ever sing, With gentle Philips shall the valleys ring. My numbers too for ever will I vary, With gentle Budgell and with gentle Carey. Or if in ranging of the names I judge ill,...