If any God should say, "I will restore The world her yesterday Whole as before My Judgment blasted it" who would not lift Heart, eye, and hand in passion o'er the gift?
God of our fathers, known of old, Lord of our far-flung battle line, Beneath whose awful hand we hold Dominion over palm and pine, Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet, Lest we forget, lest we forget!...
For our white and our excellent nights, for the nights of swift running, Fair ranging, far seeing, good hunting, sure cunning! For the smells of the dawning, untainted, ere dew has departed!...
As tho' again, yea, even once again, We should rewelcome to our stewardship The rider with the loose-flung bridle-rein And chance-plucked twig for whip,
Then we brought the lances down, then the trumpets blew, When we went to Kandahar, ridin' two an' two. Ridin', ridin', ridin' two an' two! Ta-ra-ra-ra-ra-ra-a! All the way to Kandahar, Ridin' two an' two.
When I left Rome for Lalage's sake, By the Legions' Road to Rimini, She vowed her heart was mine to take With me and my shield to Rimini, (Till the Eagles flew from Rimini)...
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,...
We're marchin' on relief over Injia's sunny plains, A little front o' Christmas-time an' just be'ind the Rains; Ho! get away you bullock-man, you've 'eard the bugle blowed,...
God rest you, peaceful gentlemen, let nothing you dismay, But leave your sports a little while the dead are borne this way! Armies dead and Cities dead, past all count or care....
Speakin' in general, I'ave tried 'em all The 'appy roads that take you o'er the world. Speakin' in general, I'ave found them good For such as cannot use one bed too long,...
Shove off from the wharf-edge! Steady! Watch for a smooth! Give way! If she feels the lop already She'll stand on her head in the bay. It's ebb,it's dusk,it's blowing, The shoals are a mile of white,...
Twas not while England's sword unsheathed Put half a world to flight, Nor while their new-built cities breathed Secure behind her might; Not while she poured from Pole to Line...
The King has called for priest and cup, The King has taken spur and blade To dub True Thomas a belted knight, And all for the sake o' the songs he made. ...
If Thought can reach to Heaven, On Heaven let it dwell, For fear the Thought be given Like power to reach to Hell. For fear the desolation And darkness of thy mind Perplex an habitation...