HERALD OF ETERNITY: It is the day when all the sons of God Wait in the roofless senate-house, whose floor Is Chaos, and the immovable abyss Frozen by His steadfast word to hyaline
"Hello! hello! Come down below,-- It's lovely and cool Out here in the pool; On a lily-pad float For a nice green boat. Here we sit and sing In a pleasant ring; Or leap frog play,...
Back again 'n' nothin' missin' barrin' arf a hand, Where an Abdul bit me, chokin' in the Holy Land. 'Struth, they got some dirty fighters in the Moslem pack,...
Onward led the road again Through the sad uncoloured plain Under twilight brooding dim, And along the utmost rim Wall and rampart risen to sight Cast a shadow not of night,...
"When I'm discharged at Liverpool 'n' draws my bit o' pay, I won't come to sea no more; I'll court a pretty little lass 'n' have a weddin' day, 'N' settle somewhere down shore;...
I climbed the dark brow of the mighty Hellvellyn, Lakes and mountains beneath me gleamed misty and wide; All was still, save by fits, when the eagle was yelling, And starting around me the echoes replied....
He loves! If in the bygone years Thine eyes have ever shed Tears - bitter, unavailing tears, For one untimely dead - If in the eventide of life Sad thoughts of her arise,...
Dream not, O Soul, that easy is the task Thus set before thee. If it proves at length, As well it may, beyond thy natural strength, Faint not, despair not. As a child may ask...
What makes me love thee now, thou dreary scene, And see in each swell'd heap a peaceful bed? I well remember that the time has been, To walk a church-yard when I us'd to dread;...
Ye injur'd fields, ye once were gay, When nature's hand display'd Long waving rows of willows grey, And clumps of hawthorn shade; But now, alas! your hawthorn bowers All desolate we see,...
"Come, help thisen, lad, - help thisen!" Wor what mi uncle sed. We'd just come in throo makkin hay, To get some cheese an breead. An help misen aw did, - yo bet! Aw wor a growin lad;...
Now the active young attorneys Briskly travel on their journeys, Looking big as any giants, On the horses of their clients; Like so many little Marses...
The theme is ancient as the hills, With all their prehistoric glory; But yet of Corney and his friend, We've often longed to tell the story; And should we jar the reader's ear,...