This spark now set, retarded, yet forbears To hold her light however so he swears That turns a metalled crank, and leather cloked, With some small hammers tappeth hither an yon; ...
The Celt in all his variants from Builth to Ballyhoo, His mental processes are plain, one knows what he will do, And can logically predicate his finish by his start;...
"Where have you been this while away, Johnnie, Johnnie?" 'Long with the rest on a picnic lay, Johnnie, my Johnnie, aha! They called us out of the barrack-yard To Gawd knows where from Gosport Hard,...
Love's fiery chariot, Delia, take Which Vulcan wrought for Venus' sake. Wings shall not waft thee, but a flame Hot as my heart, as nobly tame: Lit by a spark, less bright, more wise...
By the well, where the bullocks go Silent and blind and slow, By the field where the young corn dies In the face of the sultry skies, They have heard, as the dull Earth hears...
When Earth's last picture is painted and the tubes are twisted and dried, When the oldest colours have faded, and the youngest critic has died, We shall rest, and, faith, we shall need it, lie down for an aeon or two,...