Have you no Bananas, simple townsmen all? 'Nay, but we have them certainly. 'We buy them off the barrows, with the vegetable-marrows 'And the cabbage of our own country,...
Unless you come of the gipsy stock That steals by night and day, Lock your heart with a double lock And throw the key away. Bury it under the blackest stone Beneath your father's hearth,...
Eyes aloft over dangerous places, The children follow where Psyche flies, And, in the sweat of their upturned faces, Slash with a net at the empty skies.
Harry, our King in England, from London town is gone, And comen to Hamull on the Hoke in the Countie of Suthampton. For there lay the Mary of the Tower, his ship of war so strong,...
So here's your Empire. No more wine, then? Good. We'll clear the Aides and khitmatgars away. (You'll know that fat old fellow with the knife He keeps the Name Book, talks in English too,...
It's forty in the shade to-day, the spouting eaves declare; The boulders nose above the drift, the southern slopes are bare; Hub-deep in slush Apollo's car swings north along the Zod,...
The God of Fair Beginnings Hath prospered here my hand, The cargoes of my lading, And the keels of my command. For out of many ventures That sailed with hope as high,...
How do I know what Order brings Me into being? I only know, if you do certain things, I must become your Hearing and your Seeing Also your Strength, to make great wheels go round,...
Such as in Ships and brittle Barks Into the Seas descend Shall learn how wholly on those Arks Our Victuals do depend. For, when a Man would bite or sup, Or buy him Goods or Gear,...
"Gay go up and gay go down To ring the Bells of London Town." When London Town's asleep in bed You'll hear the Bells ring overhead. In excelsis gloria! Ringing for Victoria,...
England is a cosy little country, Excepting for the draughts along the floor. And that is why you're told, When the passages are cold: 'Darling, you've forgot to shut the Door!' ...
Now the New Year, reviving last Year's Debt, The Thoughtful Fisher casteth wide his Net; So I with begging Dish and ready Tongue Assail all Men for all that I can get. ...
We've sent our little Cupids all ashore, They were frightened, they were tired, they were cold: Our sails of silk and purple go to store, And we've cut away our mast of beaten gold (Foul weather!)...
The God of Fair Beginnings Hath prospered here my hand, The cargoes of my lading, And the keels of my command. For out of many ventures That sailed with hope as high,...
A fool there was and he made his prayer (Even as you and I!) To a rag and a bone and a hank of hair (We called her the woman who did not care), But the fool he called her his lady fair...