The wind took off with the sunset, The fog came up with the tide, When the Witch of the North took an Egg-shell With a little Blue Devil inside. "Sink," she said, "or swim," she said,...
Winds of the World, give answer! They are whimpering to and fro, And what should they know of England who only England know?, The poor little street-bred people that vapour and fume and brag,...
Now the new year reviving old desires, The restless soul to open sea aspires, Where the Blue Peter flickers from the fore, And the grimed stoker feeds the engine-fires....
Youth that trafficked long with Death, And to second life returns, Squanders little time or breath On his fellow man's concerns. Earned peace is all he asks To fulfill his broken tasks. ...
Love and Death once ceased their strife At the Tavern of Man's Life. Called for wine, and threw, alas! Each his quiver on the grass. When the bout was o'er they found Mingled arrows strewed the ground....
There's no sense in going further, it's the edge of cultivation," So they said, and I believed it, broke my land and sowed my crop, Built my barns and strung my fences in the little border station...
When all the world would keep a matter hid, Since Truth is seldom Friend to any crowd, Men write in fable, as old Aesop did, Jesting at that which none will name aloud....
I have been given my charge to keep, Well have I kept the same! Playing with strife for the most of my life, But this is a different game. I'11 not fight against swords unseen,...
Now the Four-way Lodge is opened, now the Hunting Winds are loose, Now the Smokes of Spring go up to clear the brain; Now the Young Men's hearts are troubled for the whisper of the Trues,...
When the Himalayan peasant meets the he-bear in his pride, He shouts to scare the monster, who will often turn aside. But the she-bear thus accosted rends the peasant tooth and nail....
Files The Files, Office Files ! Oblige me by referring to the Files. Every question man can raise, Every phrase of every phrase Of that question is on record in the Files,...
Mine was the woman to me, darkling I found her: Haling her dumb from the camp, held her and bound her. Hot rose her tribe on our track ere I had proved her; Hearing her laugh in the gloom, greatly I loved her....
When the grey geese heard the Fool's tread Too near to where they lay, They lifted neither voice nor head, But took themselves away. No water broke, no pinion whirred, There went no warning call....
The rain it rains without a stay In the hills above us, in the hills; And presently the floods break way Whose strength is in the hills. The trees they suck from every cloud,...
Buy my English posies! Kent and Surrey may, Violets of the Undercliff Wet with Channel spray; Cowslips from a Devon combe, Midland furze afire, Buy my English posies...
As Adam lay a-dreaming beneath the Apple Tree The Angel of the Earth came down, and offered Earth in fee; But Adam did not need it, Nor the plough he would not speed it,...