Now Chil the Kite brings home the night That Mang the Bat sets free The herds are shut in byre and hut, For loosed till dawn are we. This is the hour of pride and power, Talon and tush and claw....
There were thirty million English who talked of England's might, There were twenty broken troopers who lacked a bed for the night. They had neither food nor money, they had neither service nor trade;...
In Lowestoft a boat was laid, Mark well what I do say! And she was built for the herring-trade, But she has gone a-rovin', a-rovin', a-rovin', The Lord knows where! ...
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,...
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!' ...
You couldn't pack a Broadwood half a mile, You mustn't leave a fiddle in the damp You couldn't raft an organ up the Nile, And play it in an Equatorial swamp. I travel with the cooking-pots and pails,...
I pray! My little body and whole span Of years is Thine, my Owner and my Man. For Thou hast made me, unto Thee I owe This dim, distressed half-soul that hurts me so,...
Yearly, with tent and rifle, our careless white men go By the Pass called Muttianee, to shoot in the vale below. Yearly by Muttianee he follows our white men in,...
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...
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....
The Cities are full of pride, Challenging each to each, This from her mountain-side, That from her burdened beach. They count their ships full tale, Their corn and oil and wine,...
Beyond the path of the outmost sun through utter darkness hurled, Further than ever comet flared or vagrant star-dust swirled, Live such as fought and sailed and ruled and loved and made our world. ...
I seek not what his soul desires. He dreads not what my spirit fears. Our Heavens have shown us separate fires. Our dooms have dealt us differing years.