Through the sunshine, and through the rain Of these changing days of mist and splendour, I see the face of a year-old pain Looking at me with a smile half tender. ...
I would like to lie in my bed In a white shirt, Wished the beard was gone, The head combed. The fingers were clean, The nails also, You, my tender woman, Might provide peace.
Blood, hatred, appetite and apathy, The sodden many and the struggling strong, Who care not now though for another wrong Another myriad innocents should die. At candid savagery or oily lie...
The tread of arm'd mariners is in our streets to-day, An Empire's pulse is beating in the march of this array. From western woods, and Celtic hills, and homely Saxon shires,...
We will now sing in thoughtful strain Of wars in Queen Victoria's reign. The Russian bear did ages lurk, All ready for to spring on Turk, For Russian statesmen did divine...
We are they who come faster than fate: we are they who ride early or late: We storm at your ivory gate: Pale Kings of the Sunset, beware! Not on silk nor in samet we lie, not in curtained solemnity die...
Remember the glories of Brien the brave, Tho' the days of the hero are o'er; Tho' lost to Mononia and cold in the grave,[2] He returns to Kinkora no more.[3]...
Rich, honored by my fellow citizens, The father of many children, born of a noble mother, All raised there In the great mansion - house, at the edge of town. Note the cedar tree on the lawn!...
And you're the poet of this concern? I've seed your name in print A dozen times, but I'll be dern I'd 'a' never 'a' took the hint O' the size you are - fer I'd pictured you A kind of a tallish man -...
"Hullo, young Jones! with your tie so gay And your pen behind your ear; Will you mark my cheque in the usual way? For I'm overdrawn, I fear." Then you look at me in a manner bland,...