#EnglishWriters
Lord Lilac thought it rather rott… That Shakespeare should be quite And therefore got on a Committee With several chaps out of the city… And Shorter and Sir Herbert Tree…
The wine they drink in Paradise They make in Haute Lorraine; God brought it burning from the so… To be a sign and signal rod That they that drink the blood of…
The star-crowned cliffs seem hinge… The clouds are floating rags acros… They open to us like the gates of… Cloven in the last great wall of a… I looked, and saw the valley of my…
O well for him that loves the sun That sees the heaven-race ridden o… The splashing seas of sunset won, And shouts for victory. God made the sun to crown his head…
I cannot understand the people who take literature seriously; but I can love them, and I do. Out of my love I warn them to keep clear of this book. It is a collection of crude and shape...
Great God, that bowest sky and st… Bow down our towering thoughts to… And grant us in a faltering war The firm feet of humility. Lord, we that snatch the swords of…
The sky is blue with summer and th… The woods are brown as autumn with… It might as well be Tropics and b… I might as well be born a copper… I fashion me an oriental fan
The sun was black with judgment, a… Blood: but between I saw a man stand, saying: ‘To me… The grass is green. ’There was no star that I forgot…
Why should we reck of hours that r… While we two ride together? The heavens rent from end to end Would be but windy weather, The strong stars shaken down in sp…
The only possible excuse for this book is that it is an answer to a challenge. Even a bad shot is dignified when he accepts a duel. When some time ago I published a series of hasty but ...
THE CARPENTERS St. Joseph to the Carpenters said… “The master shall have patience an… And your word unto your women shal… For the sake of me, your master, w…
Now that I kneel at the throne, O… Pity and pardon me. Much have I striven to sing the s… Brother of beast and tree; Yet when the stars catch me alone
Little Blue-Fits has lost his wit… And doesn’t know where to find the… Leave them alone and they’ll come… And leave their tales behind them. The remarkable tales, with remarka…
The American’s a hustler, for he… And surely the American must know… He will prove to you with figures… Beginning with his boyhood long ag… When the slow-maturing anecdote is…
When Adam went from Paradise He saw the Sword and ran; The dreadful shape, the new device… The pointed end of Paradise, And saw what Peril is and Price,