(Mat. Prior)
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MY father’s father saw it not, And I, belike, shall never come To look on that so—holy spot – That very Rome— Crowned by all Time, all Art, all…
FOR all we have and are, For all our children’s fate, Stand up and take the war. The Hun is at the gate! Our world has passed away
“NOW this is the price of a stirr… The kneeling doctor said. And syne he bade them take him up, For he saw that the man was dead. They took him up, and they laid hi…
The first time that Peter denied… He shrank from the cudgel, the sco… But followed far off to see what t… Till the cock crew—till the cock c… After Gethsemane, till the cock c…
THESE were our children who died… We have only the memory left of th… The price of our loss shall be pai… Neither the Alien nor Priest shal… But who shall return us the childr…
THESE were my companions going f… (For Chil! Look you, for Chil!) Now come I to whistle them the en… (Chil! Vanguards of Chil!) Word they gave me overhead of quar…
TAKE of English earth as much As either hand may rightly clutch. In the taking of it breathe Prayer for all who lie beneath. Not the great nor well—bespoke,
BY THE Hoof of the Wild Goat u… From the cliff where she lay in th… Fell the Stone To the Tarn where the daylight is… So she fell from the light of the…
OR ever the battered liners sank With their passengers to the dark, I was head of a Walworth Bank, And you were a grocer’s clerk. I was a dealer in stocks and share…
So long as 'neath the Kalka hills The tonga-horn shall ring, So long as down the Solon dip The hard-held ponies swing, So long as Tara Devi sees
Whether to wend through straight s… Trimly by towns perfectly paved; Or after office, as fitteth thy fa… Faring with friends far among fiel… There is none other equal in actio…
IF the Led Striker call it a str… Or the papers call it a war, They know not much what I am like… Nor what he is, my Avatar. Through many roads, by me possesse…
WINDS of the World, give answer… And what should they know of Engl… The poor little street—bred people… They are lifting their heads in th… Must we borrow a clout from the B…
They christened my brother of old— And a saintly name he bears— They gave him his place to hold At the head of the belfry—stairs, Where the minster—towers stand
NO DOUBT but ye are the People… Whoso speaks in your presence must… Bowing the head in worship, bendin… Bringing the word well smoothen—su… Fenced by your careful fathers, ri…