Through the Plagues of Egyp' we was chasin' Arabi, Gettin' down an' shovin' in the sun; An' you might 'ave called us dirty, an' you might ha' called us dry, An' you might 'ave 'eard us talkin' at the gun....
There are three degrees of bliss At the foot of Allah's Throne, And the highest place is his Who saves a brother's soul At peril of his own. There is the Power made known! ...
When the drums begin to beat Down the street, When the poles are fetched and guyed, When the tight-rope's stretched and tied, When the dance-girls make salaam, When the snake-bag wakes alarm,...
Now Chil the Kite brings home the night That Mang the Bat sets free The herds are shut in byre and hut, For loosed till dawn are we. This is the hour of pride and power, Talon and tush and claw....
Once a pair of savages found a stranded tree. (One-piecee stick -pidgin two piecee man. Straddle-um-paddle-um-push -um off to sea. That way Foleign Debbil-boat began.)...
With them there rode a lustie Engineere Wel skilled to handel everich waie her geere, Hee was soe wise ne man colde showe him naught And out of Paris was hys learnynge brought....
"Farewell, Romance!" the Cave-men said; "With bone well carved He went away, Flint arms the ignoble arrowhead, And jasper tips the spear to-day. Changed are the Gods of Hunt and Dance,...
After His Realms and States were moved To bare their hearts to the King they loved, Tendering themselves in homage and devotion, The Tide Wave up the Channel spoke To all those eager, exultant folk:...
Now we are come to our Kingdom, And the State is thus and thus; Our legions wait at the Palace gate, Little it profits us. Now we are come to our Kingdom!
These are the Four that are never content, that have never be filled since the Dews began, Jacala's mouth, and the glut of the Kite, and the hands of the Ape, and the Eyes of Man.
Once on a time was a King anxious to understand What was the wisest thing a man could do for his land. Most of his population hurried to answer the question, Each with a long oration, each with a new suggestion....
After the sack of the City, when Rome was sunk to a name, In the years that the lights were darkened, or ever St. Wilfrid came, Low on the borders of Britain (the ancient poets sing)...
I've taken my fun where I've found it; I've rouged an' I've ranged in my time; I've 'ad my pickin' o' seethearts, An' four o' the lot was prime. One was an 'arf-caste widow, One was awoman at Prome,...
When Julius Fabricius, Sub-Prefect of the Weald, In the days of Diocletian owned our Lower River-field, He called to him Hobdenius-a Briton of the Clay, Saying: "What about that River-piece for layin' in to hay?"...
There was a landau deep and wide, Cushioned for Sleep's own self to sit on, The glory of the country-side From Tanner's End to Marlow Ditton. John of the broad and brandied cheek...
Thus said The Lord in the Vault above the Cherubim Calling to the Angels and the Souls in their degree: "Lo! Earth has passed away On the smoke of Judgment Day....
How do we know, by the bank-high river, Where the mired and sulky oxen wait, And it looks as though we might wait for ever, How do we know that the floods abate? There is no change in the current's brawling,...