I. Kentish Sir Byng stood for his King, Bidding the crop-headed Parliament swing: And, pressing a troop unable to stoop And see the rogues flourish and honest folk droop,...
My first thought was, he lied in every word, That hoary cripple, with malicious eye Askance to watch the working of his lie On mine, and mouth scarce able to afford...
Out of the little chapel I burst Into the fresh night air again. I had waited a good five minutes first In the doorway, to escape the rain That drove in gusts down the common's centre,...
Thanks, Sir, but, should it please the reverend Court, I feel I can stand somehow, half sit down Without help, make shift to even speak, you see, Fortified by the sip of . . . why, 'tis wine,...
She should never have looked at me If she meant I should not love her! There are plenty . . . men, you call such, I suppose . . . she may discover All her soul to, if she pleases,...
Only the prism's obstruction shows aright The secret of a sunbeam, breaks its light Into the jewelled bow from blankest white; So may a glory from defect arise: Only by Deafness may the vexed Love wreak...
Your ghost will walk, you lover of trees, (If our loves remain) In an English lane, By a cornfield-side a-flutter with poppies. Hark, those two in the hazel coppice...
My father was a scholar and knew Greek. When I was five years old, I asked him once 'What do you read about?' 'The siege of Troy.' 'What is a siege, and what is Troy?' Whereat...
Ah, my Giacinto, he's no ruddy rogue, Is not Cinone? What, to-day we're eight? Seven and one's eight, I hope, old curly-pate! Branches me out his verb-tree on the slate, Amo -as -avi -atum -are -ans,...
I. Stop, let me have the truth of that! Is that all true? I say, the day Ten years ago when both of us Met on a morning, friends as thus We meet this evening, friends or what?
See, as the prettiest graves will do in time, Our poet's wants the freshness of its prime; Spite of the sexton's browsing horse, the sods Have struggled thro' its binding osier-rods;...
How very hard it is to be A Christian! Hard for you and me, Not the mere task of making real That duty up to its ideal, Effecting thus complete and whole, A purpose or the human soul'...