I winged my bird, Though he flew toward the setting sun; But just as the shot rang out, he soared Up and up through the splinters of golden light, Till he turned right over, feathers ruffled,...
Down in the South, by the waste without sail on it, Far from the zone of the blossom and tree, Lieth, with winter and whirlwind and wail on it, Ghost of a land by the ghost of a sea....
Marching somewhat out of order when the band is cock-a-hoop, There's a lilting kind of magic in the swagger of the troop, Swinging all aboard the steamer with her nose toward the sea....
Kate, they say, is seventeen Do not count her sweet, you know. Arms of her are rather lean Ditto, calves and feet, you know. Features of Hellenic type Are not patent here, you see....
"The body of 'Bobs' then lay in state until five o'clock, when it was interred in a crypt near-by those containing the bodies of Nelson and Wellington." - Press Despatch.
'Where are you going with your horse and bike, And the townsfolk still at rest? Where are you going, with your swag and pack, And the night still in the West?...
Vonce oopon a dimes, goot vhile afder der var vas ofer, der Herr Breitmann vent oud Vest, drafellin' apout like efery dings 'circuivit terram et perambulavit eam,' ash der Teufel said ven dey ask him: 'How vash you und how you ...
Oh, you young radicals and dreamers, You dauntless fledglings Who pass by my headstone, Mock not its record of my captaincy in the army And my faith in God! They are not denials of each other....
Thy elder Look, Great Janus, cast Into the long Records of Ages past: Review the Years in fairest Action drest With noted White, Superior to the rest; Aera's deriv'd, and Chronicles begun...
We stood, as the helmeted horsemen Formed up in the light of the sun; We knelt, stretching bayonets towards them As they charged, ere the battle was won.
Unto whose use the pregnant suns are poised, With idiot moons and stars retracting stars? Creep thou between, thy coming's all unnoised. Heaven hath her high, as Earth her baser, wars...