The wrecks dissolve above us; their dust drops down from afar, Down to the dark, to the utter dark, where the blind white sea-snakes are. There is no sound, no echo of sound, in the deserts of the deep,...
I was the staunchest of our fleet Till the sea rose beneath my feet Unheralded, in hatred past all measure. Into his pits he stamped my crew, Buffeted, blinded, bound and threw,...
The strength of twice three thousand horse That seeks the single goal; The line that holds the rending course, The hate that swings the whole; The stripped hulls, slinking through the gloom,...
He that hath a Gospel To loose upon Mankind, Though he serve it utterly, Body, soul and mind, Though he go to Calvary Daily for its gain, It is His Disciple Shall make his labour vain. ...
The freed dove flew to the Rajah's tower, Fled from the slaughter of Moslem kings, And the thorns have covered the city of Gaur, Dove, dove, oh, homing dove! Little white traitor, with woe on thy wings!...
If wars were won by feasting, 0r victory by song, Or safety found in sleeping sound, How England would be strong! But honour and dominion Are not maintained so. They're only got by sword and shot,...
Wheel me gently to the garage, since my car and I must part, No more for me the record and the run. That cursed left-hand cylinder the doctors call my heart Is pinking past redemption, I am done! ...
We have no heart for the fishing, we have no hand for the oar, All that our fathers taught us of old pleases us no more. All that our own hearts bid us believe we doubt where we do not deny,...
Once a pair of savages found a stranded tree. (One-piecee stick -pidgin two piecee man. Straddle-um-paddle-um-push -um off to sea. That way Foleign Debbil-boat began.)...
Queen Bess was Harry's daughter. Stand forward partners all! In ruff and stomacher and gown She danced King Philip down-a down, And left her shoe to show 'twas true, (The very tune I'm playing you)...
Alone upon the housetops to the North I turn and watch the lightnings in the sky, The glamour of thy footsteps in the North. Come back to me, Beloved, or I die.
Beneath the deep veranda's shade, When bats begin to fly, I sit me down and watch, alas! Another evening die. Blood-red behind the sere ferash She rises through the haze. Sainted Diana! can that be...
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!' ...
The Word came down to Dives in Torment where he lay: "Our World is full of wickedness, My Children maim and slay, "And the Saint and Seer and Prophet "Can make no better of it...
Too late, alas! the song To remedy the wrong; The rooms are taken from us, swept and garnished for their fate. But these tear-besprinkled pages Shall attest to future ages...
There is sorrow enough in the natural way From men and women to fill our day; And when we are certain of sorrow in store, Why do we always arrange for more? Brothers and Sisters, I bid you beware...
The Weald is good, the Downs are best, I'll give you the run of 'em, East to West. Beachy Head and Winddoor Hill, They were once and they are still. Firle Mount Caburn and Mount Harry...
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,...
Hear now the Song of the Dead, in the North by the torn berg-edges, They that look still to the Pole, asleep by their hide-stripped sledges. Song of the Dead in the South, in the sun by their skeleton horses,...