The Babe was laid in the Manger Between the gentle kine, All safe from cold and danger, "But it was not so with mine, (With mine! With mine!) "Is it well with the child, is it well?"...
"Once in so often," King Solomon said, Watching his quarrymen drill the stone, "We will club our garlic and wine and bread And banquet together beneath my Throne, And all the Brethren shall come to that mess...
There was a strife 'twixt man and maid Oh that was at the birth of time! But what befall 'twixt man and maid,, Oh that's beyond the grip of rhyme. 'Twas, 'Sweet, I must not bide with you,'...
'Have you news of my boy Jack?' Not this tide. 'When d'you think that he'll come back?' Not with this wind blowing, and this tide. 'Has anyone else had word of him?' Not this tide....
In the Neolithic Age savage warfare did I wage For food and fame and woolly horses' pelt. I was singer to my clan in that dim, red Dawn of Man, And I sang of all we fought and feared and felt....
'Go, wash thyself in Jordan, go, wash thee and be clean! ' Nay, not for any Prophet will I plunge a toe therein! For the banks of curious Jordan are parcelled into sites,...
I ate my fill of a whale that died And stranded after a month at sea. . . . There is a pain in my inside. Why have the Gods afflicted me? Ow! I am purged till I am a wraith!...
The man that is open of heart to his neighbour, And stops to consider his likes and dislikes, His blood shall be wholesome whatever his labour, His luck shall be with him whatever he strikes....
Non nobis Domine!, Not unto us, O Lord! The Praise or Glory be Of any deed or word; For in Thy Judgment lies To crown or bring to nought All knowledge or device...
"My son," said the Norman Baron, "I am dying, and you will be heir To all the broad acres in England that William gave me for share When he conquered the Saxon at Hastings, and a nice little handful it is....
Jane Austen Beecher Stowe de Rouse Was good beyond all earthly need; But, on the other hand, her spouse Was very, very bad indeed. He smoked cigars, called churches slow,...
We've drunk to the Queen, God bless her!, We've drunk to our mothers' land; We've drunk to our English brother, (But he does not understand); We've drunk to the wide creation,...
There was a strife 'twixt man and maid, Oh, that was at the birth of time! But what befell 'twixt man and maid, Oh, that's beyond the grip of rhyme. 'Twas "Sweet, I must not bide with you,"...
Where the East wind is brewed fresh and fresh every morning, And the balmy night-breezes blow straight from the Pole, I heard a Destroyer sing: "What an enjoyable life does one lead on the North Sea Patrol! ...
When, with a pain he desires to explain to the multitude, Baby Howls himself black in the face, toothlessly striving to curse; And the six-months-old Mother begins to enquire of the Gods if it may be...