(Mat. Prior)
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WHEN the Himalayan peasant meets… He shouts to scare the monster, wh… But the she—bear thus accosted ren… For the female of the species is m… When Nag the basking cobra hears…
“THERE’S no sense in going furt… So they said, and I believed it–… Built my barns and strung my fence… Tucked away below the foothills wh… Till a voice, as bad as Conscienc…
’TWAS Fultah Fisher’s boarding—… Where sailor-men reside, And there were men of all the port… From Mississip to Clyde, And regally they spat and smoked,
Abdhur Rahman, the Durani Chief,… His mercy fills the Khyber hills—… He has taken toll of the North an… And they tell the tale of his char… Before the old Peshawur Gate, whe…
1. “HOW sweet is the shepherd’s s… From the dawn to the even he stray… He shall follow his sheep all the… And his tongue shall be filled wit… (adagio dim.) Filled with praise!”
FROST upon small rain—the ebony—… Reflecting lamps as a pool shows g… The sight suddenly emptied out of… Entering upon it sideways. II
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…
WHEEL me gently to the garage, s… No more for me the record and the… That cursèd left—hand cylinder the… Is pinking past redemption—I am d… They’ll never strike a mixture tha…
THE ‘eathen in ’is blindness bows… 'E don’t obey no orders unless the… ‘E keeps ’is side—arms awful: ‘e l… An’ then comes up the Regiment an… All along o’ dirtiness, all along…
LOVE and Death once ceased their… At the Tavern of Man’s Life. Called for wine, and threw—alas!— Each his quiver on the grass. When the bout was o’er they found
DELLIUS, that car which, night… Lightnings and thunders arm and sc… Tumultuous down the Appian Way— Be slow to urge. Though reckless Lydia bid thee fl…
When Rome was rotten-ripe to her… And the sceptre passed from her ha… The pestilent Picts leaped over t… To harry the English land. The little dark men of the mountai…
What is a woman that you forsake h… And the hearth-fire and the home-a… To go with the old grey Widow-mak… She has no house to lay a guest in… But one chill bed for all to rest…
FULL thirty foot she towered fro… It cost a watch to steer her, and… But, spite all modern notions, I… The only certain packet for the I… Fair held the breeze behind us—’tw…
CITIES and Thrones and Powers Stand in Time’s eye, Almost as long as flowers, Which daily die: But, as new buds put forth