#EnglishWriters
I turned—Heaven knows we women tu… To broken reeds, mistaken so for p… That shame forbids confession—a ha… (The wrong one, said the agent aft… And so flung clean across your En…
WHO recalls the twilight and the… (Violet peaks uplifted through the… And the clink of iron teacups and… And the faces of the Sisters with… (Now and not hereafter, while the…
THESE were my companions going f… (For Chil! Look you, for Chil!) Now come I to whistle them the en… (Chil! Vanguards of Chil!) Word they gave me overhead of quar…
TIME and Space decreed his lot, But little Man was quick to note: When Time and Space said Man mig… Bravely he answered, “Nay! I mote… I looked on old New England.
Our sister sayeth such and such, And we must bow to her behests. Our sister toileth overmuch, Our little maid that hath no breas… A field untilled, a web unwove,
A Snider squibbed in the jungle, Somebody laughed and fled, And the men of the First Shikaris Picked up their Subaltern dead, With a big blue mark in his forehe…
A WANDERER from East to West, From Mandalay to Matheran, By itch of loaferdom possess, I scour the plains of Hindustan. Dismissed the fragrant, gariwân, (…
When I was a King and a Mason —a… I cleared me ground for a Palace… I decreed and dug down to my level… I came on the wreck of a Palace s… There was no worth in the fashion…
OUT o’ the wilderness, dusty an’… (Time, an’ ’igh time to be trekkin… ’Oo is it ’eads to the Detail Sup… A section, a pompom (1), an’ six ’… ’Ere comes the clerk with ’is lant…
LONG years ago, ere R—lls or R—… Trebled the mileage man could cove… When Sh—nks’s Mare was H—bs—n’s… And Bl—r—ot had not flown to Dove… When good hoteliers looked askance
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
WHEN the ‘arf—made recruity goes… ’E acts like a babe an’ 'e drinks… An’ ‘e wonders because ’e is frequ… Ere 'e’s fit for to serve as a sol… Serve, serve, serve as a soldier,
When, foot to wheel and back to wi… The helmsman dare not look behind, But hears beyond his compass-light… The blind bow thunder through the… And, like a harpstring ere it snap…
There’s a whisper down the field w… And the ricks stand grey to the su… Singing: ‘Over then, come over, f… ‘And your English summer’s done.’ You have heard the beat of the off…
Troopin’, troopin’, troopin’ to th… 'Ere’s September come again —the… O leave the dead be’ind us, for th… To where the ship’s a-coalin’ up t… We’re goin’ 'ome, we’re goin’ 'ome…