I met my mates in the morning (and oh, but I am old!) Where roaring on the ledges the summer ground-swell rolled; I heard them lift the chorus that dropped the breakers' song,...
Old Mother Laidinwool had nigh twelve months been dead. She heard the hops was doing well, an' so popped up her head For said she: "The lads I've picked with when I was young and fair,...
A nation spoke to a Nation, A Queen sent word to a Throne: 'Daughter am I in my mother's house, But mistress in my own. The gates are mine to open, As the gates are mine to close,...
When the robust and Brass-bound Man commissioned first for sea His fragile raft, Poseidon laughed, and "Mariner," said he, "Behold, a Law immutable I lay on thee and thine,...
Here we go in a flung festoon, Half-way up to the jealous moon! Don't you envy our pranceful bands? Don't you wish you had extra hands? Would n't you like if your tails were, so,...
Oh! hush thee, my baby, the night is behind us And black are the waters that sparkled so green. The moon, O'er the combers, looks downward to find us At rest in the hollows that rustle between....
Our brows are bound with spindrift and the weed is on our knees; Our loins are battered 'neath us by the swinging, smoking seas. From reef and rock and skerry, over headland, ness, and voe,...
On the reassembling of Parliament after the Coronation, the Government have no intention of allowing their followers to vote according to their convictions on the Declaration of London, but insist on a strictly party vote. - Da...
Now the new year reviving old desires, The restless soul to open sea aspires, Where the Blue Peter flickers from the fore, And the grimed stoker feeds the engine-fires....
I've taken my fun where I've found it; I've rouged an' I've ranged in my time; I've 'ad my pickin' o' seethearts, An' four o' the lot was prime. One was an 'arf-caste widow, One was awoman at Prome,...
When Julius Fabricius, Sub-Prefect of the Weald, In the days of Diocletian owned our Lower River-field, He called to him Hobdenius-a Briton of the Clay, Saying: "What about that River-piece for layin' in to hay?"...
There was a landau deep and wide, Cushioned for Sleep's own self to sit on, The glory of the country-side From Tanner's End to Marlow Ditton. John of the broad and brandied cheek...
Thus said The Lord in the Vault above the Cherubim Calling to the Angels and the Souls in their degree: "Lo! Earth has passed away On the smoke of Judgment Day....
How do we know, by the bank-high river, Where the mired and sulky oxen wait, And it looks as though we might wait for ever, How do we know that the floods abate? There is no change in the current's brawling,...
As watchers couched beneath a Bantine oak, Hearing the dawn-wind stir, Know that the present strength of night is broke Though no dawn threaten her Till dawn's appointed hour, so Virgil died,...