His spots are the joy of the Leopard: his horns are the Buffalo's pride. Be clean, for the strength of the hunter is known by the gloss of his hide....
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,...
I turned Heaven knows we women turn too much To broken reeds, mistaken so for pine That shame forbids confession a handle I turned (The wrong one, said the agent afterwards)...
Lord, Thou hast made this world below the shadow of a dream, An', taught by time, I tak' it so, exceptin' always Steam. From coupler-flange to spindle-guide I see Thy Hand, O God,...
Lord, Thou hast made this world below the shadow of a dream, An', taught by time, I tak' it so, exceptin' always Steam. From coupler-flange to spindle-guide I see Thy Hand, O God,...
Your jar of Virginny Will cost you a guinea, Which you reckon too much by five shillings or ten; But light your churchwarden And judge it according, When I've told you the troubles of poor honest men....
Prophets have honour all over the Earth, Except in the village where they were born, Where such as knew them boys from birth Nature-ally hold 'em in scorn. When Prophets are naughty and young and vain,...
Once again the Steamer at Calais, the tackles Easing the car-trays on to the quay. Release her! Sign-refill, and let me away with my horses (Seventy Thundering Horses!)...
Once again the Steamer at Calais, the tackles Easing the car-trays on to the quay. Release her! Sign-refill, and let me away with my horses. (Seventy Thundering Horses!)...
That night, when through the mooring-chains The wide-eyed corpse rolled free, To blunder down by Garden Reach And rot at Kedgeree, The tale the Hughli told the shoal The lean shoal told to me. ...
One moment bid the horses wait, Since tiffin is not laid till three, Below the upward path and straight You climbed a year ago with me. Love came upon us suddenly And loosed, an idle hour to kill,...
Pussy can sit by the fire and sing, Pussy can climb a tree, Or play with a silly old cork and string To 'muse herself, not me. But I like Binkie my dog, because He knows how to behave;...
As I pass through my incarnations in every age and race, I Make my proper prostrations to the Gods of the Market-Place. Peering through reverent fingers I watch them flourish and fall,...
There's a widow in sleepy Chester Who weeps for her only son; There's a grave on the Pabeng River, A grave that the Burmans shun; And there's Subadar Prag Tewarri Who tells how the work was done. ...
Our Fathers in a wondrous age, Ere yet the Earth was small, Ensured to us a heritage, And doubted not at all That we, the children of their heart, Which then did beat so high,...
"For here lay the excellent wisdom of him that built Mansoul, that the walls could never be broken down nor hurt by the most mighty adverse potentate unless the townsmen gave consent thereto." - BUNYAN'S Holy War.
Sooner or late, in earnest or in jest, (But the stakes are no jest) Ithuriel's Hour Will spring on us, for the first time, the test Of our sole unbacked competence and power...
'Twixt my house and thy house the pathway is broad, In thy house or my house is half the world's hoard; By my house and thy house hangs all the world's fate, On thy house and my house lies half the world's hate....