#EnglishWriters
St George he was for England, And before he killed the dragon He drank a pint of English ale Out of an English flagon. For though he fast right readily
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…
They haven’t got no noses, The fallen sons of Eve; Even the smell of roses Is not what they supposes; But more than mind discloses
From the Wood of the Old Wives’… They glittered out of the grey, And with all the Armies of Elf-la… I strove like a beast at bay; With only a right arm wearied,
Old Noah he had an ostrich farm a… He ate his egg with a ladle in a e… And the soup he took was Elephant… But they all were small to the cel… And Noah he often said to his wif…
After one moment when I bowed my… And the whole world turned over an… And I came out where the old road… I walked the ways and heard what a… Forests of tongues, like autumn le…
I cannot understand the people who take literature seriously; but I can love them, and I do. Out of my love I warn them to keep clear of this book. It is a collection of crude and shape...
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…
SEE the flying French depart Like the bees of Bonaparte, Swarming up with a most venomous v… Over Baden and Bavaria, And Brighton and Bulgaria,
This much, O heaven—if I should b… Pity me not; but let the world be… Yea, in my madness if I strike me… Heed you the grass that grows upon… If I dare snarl between this sun…
O well for him that loves the sun That sees the heaven-race ridden o… The splashing seas of sunset won, And shouts for victory. God made the sun to crown his head…
Said the Lord God, “Build a hous… Build it in the gorge of death, Found it in the throats of hell. Where the lost sea muttereth, Fires and whirlwinds, build it wel…
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…
The Christ-child lay on Mary’s la… His hair was like a light. (O weary, weary were the world, But here is all aright.) The Christ-child lay on Mary’s br…
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…