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Great God, that bowest sky and st… Bow down our towering thoughts to… And grant us in a faltering war The firm feet of humility. Lord, we that snatch the swords of…
I have not read a rotten page Of “Sex-Hate” or “The Social Te… And here comes “Husks” and “Herit… O Moses, give us all a rest! “Ethics of Empire”!... I protest
I cannot count the pebbles in the… Well hath He spoken: “Swear not b… Thou knowest not the hairs,” thoug… Writes that wild number in His ow… I cannot count the sands or search…
For every tiny town or place God made the stars especially; Babies look up with owlish face And see them tangled in a tree: You saw a moon from Sussex Downs,
Little Blue-Fits has lost his wit… And doesn’t know where to find the… Leave them alone and they’ll come… And leave their tales behind them. The remarkable tales, with remarka…
O learned man who never learned to… Save to deduce, by timid steps and… From towering smoke that fire can… And from tall tales that men were… Say, have you thought what manner…
When Death was on thy drums, Demo… And with one rush of slaves the wo… In that high dawn that Kings shal… A void there was and Walter was n… Through sacked Versailles, at Val…
They spoke of Progress spiring ro… Of light and Mrs Humphrey Ward— It is not true to say I frowned, Or ran about the room and roared; I might have simply sat and snored…
Thoroughly worldly people never understand even the world; they rely altogether on a few cynical maxims which are not true. Once I remember walking with a prosperous publisher, who made...
The Roman threw us a road, a road… And sighed and strolled away: The Saxon gave us a raid, a raid, A raid that came to stay; The Dane went west, but the Dane…
Smile at us, pay us, pass us; but… For we are the people of England,… There is many a fat farmer that dr… There is many a free French peasa… There are no folk in the whole wor…
There fared a mother driven forth Out of an inn to roam; In the place where she was homeles… All men are at home. The crazy stable close at hand,
q|[From a souvenir programme produced for a fund raising benefit in London on 14th May 1912, for those affected by the sinking of the Titanic just a month previously. It includes poems ...
So you have gained the golden crow… The laurels and the jewels, the pe… But I will beat the bounding drum… For all the glory I have lost, th… I saw the light of morning pale on…