(Wordsworth)
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TO THE legion of the lost ones,… To my brethren in their sorrow ove… Sings a gentleman of England clea… And a trooper of the Empress, if… Yea, a trooper of the forces who h…
There are whose study is of smells… And to attentive schools rehearse How something mixed with something… Makes something worse. Some cultivate in broths impure
IF down here I chance to die, Solemnly I beg you take All that is left of “I” To the Hills for old sake’s sake, Pack me very thoroughly
’TWIXT my house and thy house th… In thy house or my house is half t… By my house and thy house hangs al… On thy house and my house lies hal… For my house and thy house no help…
STRANGERS drawn from the ends… I was Lord of the Inca race, and… Under the stars beyond our stars w… Hotly we stormed Valhalla, a mill… Ever 'neath high Valhalla Hall th…
AT two o’clock in the morning, if… You will hear the feet of the Win… And the trees in the shadow rustle… And though it is deep, dark night,… So do the cows in the field. They…
“HAVE you news of my boy Jack?” Not this tide. “When d’you think that he’ll come… Not with this wind blowing, and th… “Has any one else had word of him?…
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!)
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
We are very slightly changed From the semi—apes who ranged India’s Prehistoric clay; He that drew the longest bow Ran his brother down, you know,
THERE’s a little red—faced man, Which is Bobs, Rides the tallest ‘orse ’e can— Our Bobs. If it bucks or kicks or rears,
The ’buses run to Battersea, The ’buses run to Bow The ’buses run to Westbourne Grov… And Nottinghill also; But I am sick of London town
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…
Er-Heb beyond the Hills of Ao-Sa… Bears witness to the truth, and A… Hath told the men of Gorukh. The… Comes westward o’er the peaks to… The story of Bisesa, Armod’s chil…
HER HAND was still on her sword… She had not cast her harness of gr… High on her red-splashed charger,… Bright-eyed out of the battle, the… She came to the Old Queen’s prese…