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TO—DAY, across our fathers’ grav… The astonished years reveal The remnant of that desperate host Which cleansed our East with stee… Hail and farewell! We greet you h…
I know not in Whose hands are lai… To empty upon earth From unsuspected ambuscade The very Urns of Mirth; Who bids the Heavenly Lark arise
Files The Files — Office Files! Oblige me by referring to the Fil… Every question man can raise,
THIS fell when dinner—time was d… ’Twixt the first an’ the second ru… That oor mon Jock cam’ hame again To his rooms ahist the Club. An’ syne he laughed, an’ syne he s…
The Babe was laid in the Manger Between the gentle kine — All safe from cold and danger — "But it was not so with mine, (With mine! With mine!)
LO! the Wild Cow of the Desert,… Lost in the wind plaited sand—dune… Hot foot she follows those foot—pr… Her soul is shut save to one thing… Fearless she lows past the camp, m…
WHEN spring—time flushes the des… Our kafilas wind through the Khyb… Lean are the camels but fat the fr… Light are the purses but heavy the… As the snowbound trade of the Nor…
Moralists we, From over the sea, From the land where philosophers p… From the land that produced no Ka… But many Cants with a C.
Your trail runs to the westward, And mine to my own place; There is water between our lodges, And I have not seen your face. But since I have read your verses
I’VE taken my fun where I’ve fou… I’ve rogued an’ I’ve ranged in my… I’ve 'ad my pickin’ o’ sweethearts… An’ four o’ the lot was prime. One was an 'arf—caste widow,
I’ve danced till my shoes are outw… From ten till the hours called sma… I’ve cantered with Beauty at morn… At even made love at the ball. Light Loves for five months were…
MARCH! The mud is cakin’ good a… Front!—eyes front, an’ watch the… Front! The faces of the women in… Ain’t the kind o’ things to take a… Cheer! An’ we’ll never march to v…
I’VE A HEAD like a concertina:… I’ve a mouth like an old potato, a… But I’ve had my fun o’ the Corp’r… And I’m here in the Clink for a t… With a second—hand overcoat under…
I WILL let loose against you the… I will call in the Jungle to stam… The roofs shall fade before it, The house—beams shall fall; And the Karela, the bitter Karela…
Lo! What is this that I make—sudd… This that my clutch in the crowd p… Forward and onward I sprang when… And a cab like martagon opes and… And someone is taking my name, and…