(Wordsworth)
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Jane Austen Beecher Stowe de Rou… Was good beyond all earthly need; But, on the other hand, her spouse Was very, very bad indeed. He smoked cigars, called churches…
WHEN you’ve shouted “Rule Brita… When you’ve finished killing Krug… Will you kindly drop a shilling in… For a gentleman in khaki ordered… He’s an absent—minded beggar, and…
THIS is the end whereto men toil… Before thy coachman guessed his fa… How thou shouldst leave thy ’scutc… On that new wheel which is the oil… To see the England Shakespeare sa…
That which is marred at birth Tim… Nor water out of bitter well make… All evil thing returneth at the en… Or elseway walketh in our blood un… Whereby the more is sorrow in cert…
They bear, in place of classic nam… Letters and numbers on their skin. They play their grisly blindfold g… In little boxes made of tin. Sometimes they stalk the Zeppelin…
The wreath of banquet overnight la… Our hands and scarfs were saffron-… When we went forth to Paniput to… Ere we came back from Paniput and… Thrice thirty thousand men were we…
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…
AHASUERUS JENKINS of the “… Was dowered with a tenor voice of… His views on equitation were, perh… He had no seat worth mentioning, b… He clubbed his wretched company a…
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…
PETROLIO, vaunting his Mercede… Vows she can cover eighty miles an… I tried the car of old and know sh… But dare he ever make her? Ask hi…
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…
Thy face is far from this our war, Our call and counter-cry, I shall not find Thee quick and k… Nor know Thee till I die. Enough for me in dreams to see
NOT in the thick of the fight, Not in the press of the odds, Do the heroes come to their height… Or we know the demi—gods. That stands over till peace.
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…
Jubal sang of the Wrath of God And the curse of thistle and thorn —But Tubal got him a pointed rod, And scrabbled the earth for corn. Old —old as that early mould, Young as the sproutin...