At Runnymede, At Runnymede, What say the reeds at Runnymede? The lissom reeds that give and take, That bend so far, but never break, They keep the sleepy Thames awake With tales of John at Runnymede....
Peace is declared, and I return To 'Ackneystadt, but not the same; Things 'ave transpired which made me learn The size and meanin' of the game. I did no more than others did,...
Neither the harps nor the crowns amused, nor the cherubs' dove-winged races, Holding hands forlornly the Children wandered beneath the Dome, Plucking the splendid robes of the passers-by, and with pitiful! faces...
... At the close of a winter day, Their anchors down, by London town, the Three Great Captains lay; And one was Admiral of the North from Solway Firth to Skye,...
Away by the lands of the Japanee Where the paper lanterns glow And the crews of all the shipping drink In the house of Blood Street Joe, At twilight, when the landward breeze...
Twenty bridges from Tower to Kew, (Twenty bridges or twenty-two), Wanted to know what the River knew, For they were young, and the Thames was old And this is the tale that River told:, ...
Legate, I had the news last night, my cohort ordered home By ships to Portus Itius and thence by road to Rome. I've marched the companies aboard, the arms are stowed below:...
It was not in the open fight We threw away the sword, But in the lonely watching In the darkness by the ford. The waters lapped, the night-wind blew, Full-armed the Fear was born and grew,...
News! What is the word that they tell now, now, now! The little drums beating in the bazaars? They beat (among, the buyers and the sellers) 'Nimrud, ah, Nimrud! God tends a gnat against Nimrud!'...
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...
Now the New Year, reviving last Year's Debt, The Thoughtful Fisher casteth wide his Net; So I with begging Dish and ready Tongue Assail all Men for all that I can get. ...
Three things make earth unquiet And four she cannot brook The godly Agur counted them And put them in a book, Those Four Tremendous Curses With which mankind is cursed;...
Man goes to Man! Cry the challenge through the Jungle! He that was our Brother goes away. Hear, now, and judge, O ye People of the Jungle, Answer, who can turn him, who shall stay? ...
Thy face is far from this our war, Our call and counter-cry, I shall not find Thee quick and kind, Nor know Thee till I die, Enough for me in dreams to see And touch Thy garments' hem:...
I seek not what his soul desires. He dreads not what my spirit fears. Our Heavens have shown us separate fires. Our dooms have dealt us differing years.