Oh, glorious are the guarded heights Where guardian souls abide, Self-exiled from our gross delights, Above, beyond, outside: An ampler arc their spirit swings, Commands a juster view,...
From the date that the doors of his prep-school close On the lonely little son He is taught by precept, insult, and blows The Things that Are Never Done. Year after year, without favour or fear,...
They shut the road through the woods Seventy years ago. Weather and rain have undone it again, And now you would never know There was once a road through the woods Before they planted the trees....
When the waters' countenance Blurs 'twixt glance and second glance; When our tattered smokes forerun Ashen 'neath a silvered sun; When the curtain of the haze Shuts upon our helpless ways,...
Take up the White man's burden Send forth the best ye breed Go bind your sons to exile To serve your captives' need; To wait in heavy harness On fluttered folk and wild...
Oh! hush thee, my baby, the night is behind us, And black are the waters that sparkled so green. The moon, o'er the combers, looks downward to find us At rest in the hollows that rustle between....
'Ave you 'eard o' the Widow at Windsor With a hairy gold crown on 'er 'ead? She 'as ships on the foam she 'as millions at 'ome, An' she pays us poor beggars in red. (Ow, poor beggars in red!)...
For a season there must be pain For a little, little space I shall lose the sight of her face, Take back the old life again While She is at rest in her place.
"Where have you been this while away, Johnnie, Johnnie?" 'Long with the rest on a picnic lay, Johnnie, my Johnnie, aha! They called us out of the barrack-yard To Gawd knows where from Gosport Hard,...
What the moral? Who rides may read. When the night is thick and the tracks are blind A friend at a pinch is a friend, indeed, But a fool to wait for the laggard behind. Down to Gehenna or up to the Throne,...
Life's all getting and giving, I've only myself to give. What shall I do for a living? I've only one life to live. End it? I'll not find another. Spend it? But how shall I best?...
When the 'arf-made recruity goes out to the East 'E acts like a babe an' 'e drinks like a beast, An' 'e wonders because 'e is frequent deceased Ere 'e's fit for to serve as a soldier....
There's no wind along these seas, Out oars for Stavanger! Forward all for Stavanger! So we must wake the white-ash breeze. Let fall for Stavanger! A long pull for Stavanger! ...
There were three friends that buried the fourth, The mould in his mouth and the dust in his eyes, And they went south and east and north, The strong man fights but the sick man dies. ...
Stopped in the straight when the race was his own Look at him cutting it'cur to the bone! Ask ere the youngster be rated and chidden What did he carry and how was he ridden?...
What of the hunting, hunter bold? Brother, the watch was long and cold. What of the quarry ye went to kill? Brother, he crops in the jungle still. Where is the power that made your pride?...
Love's fiery chariot, Delia, take Which Vulcan wrought for Venus' sake. Wings shall not waft thee, but a flame Hot as my heart, as nobly tame: Lit by a spark, less bright, more wise...