They say one king is mad. Perhaps. Who knows? They say one king is doddering and grey. They say one king is slack and sick of mind, A puppet for hid strings that twitch and play. ...
Hymen, late, his love-knots selling, Called at many a maiden's dwelling: None could doubt, who saw or knew them, Hymen's call was welcome to them. "Who'll buy my love-knots? "Who'll buy my love-knots?"...
The Boers were down on Kimberley with siege and Maxim gun; The Boers were down on Kimberley, their numbers ten to one! Faint were the hopes the British had to make the struggle good,...
The Boers were down on Kimberley with siege and Maxim gun; The Boers were down on Kimberley, their numbers ten to one! Faint were the hopes the British had to make the struggle good,...
'Tis strange 'at fowk will be sich fooils To mak life net worth livin', Fermentin' rows, creatin' mooils, Detractin' an' deceivin'. To fratch an' worry day an' neet, Is sewerly wilful blindness,...
Sir Knight of the world's oldest order, Sir Knight of the Army of God, You have crossed the strange mystical border, The ground-floor of truth you have trod; You stand on the typical threshold...
Would you know the kind of maid Sets my heart a flame-a? Eyes must be downcast and staid, Cheeks must flush for shame-a! She may neither dance nor sing, But, demure in everything,...
When first the fane, that, white, on Kingswood-Pen, Arrests, far off, the pausing stranger's ken, Echoed the hymn of praise, and on that day, Which seemed to shine with more auspicious ray,...
Admiring Nature in her wildest grace, These northern scenes with weary feet I trace; O'er many a winding dale and painful steep, Th' abodes of covey'd grouse and timid sheep,...
Ay, thou has found thy kingdom, Yasin Khan, Thy fathers' pomp and power are thine, at last. No more the rugged roads of Khorasan, The scanty food and tentage of the past! ...
I have a horse, a ryghte good horse, Ne doe Y envye those Who scoure ye playne yn headye course Tyll soddayne on theyre nose They lyghte wyth unexpected force Yt ys, a horse of clothes. ...
I've noticed this happen, when everything is black, When I'm down below zero and cannot get back, When I feel like a sort of a National Debt, That will go on for ages and never be met,...
The Young King fights in the trenches and the Old King fights in the rear, Because he is old and feeble, and not for a thought of fear. The Young King fights for the Future, and the Old King fights for the Past,...
You wrong me, Kate, you wrong me In harbouring the thought That he who loves so fondly Would injure thee in aught. The pang that I must feel, Kate, When dark suspicion lurks...