#EnglishWriters
WE’VE got the cholerer in camp—i… We’re dyin’ in the wilderness the… It’s before us, an’ be’ind us, an’… An’ the doctor’s just reported we’… Oh, strike your camp an’ go, the…
Moralists we, From over the sea, From the land where philosophers p… From the land that produced no Ka… But many Cants with a C.
I have made for you a song, And it may be right or wrong, But only you can tell me if it’s t… I have tried for to explain Both your pleasure and your pain,
A WANDERER from East to West, From Mandalay to Matheran, By itch of loaferdom possess, I scour the plains of Hindustan. Dismissed the fragrant, gariwân, (…
The boats of Newhaven and Folkest… To Dieppe and Boulogne and to Ca… And in each of those runs there is… Where the English and French have… If the ships that were sunk could…
The Garden called Gethsemane In Picardy it was, And there the people came to see The English soldiers pass. We used to pass—we used to pass
“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…
TO—DAY, across our fathers’ grav… The astonished years reveal The remnant of that desperate host Which cleansed our East with stee… Hail and farewell! We greet you h…
“These were never your true love’s… Why do you feign that you love the… You that broke from their constanc… And the wide calm brows above them… This was never your true love’s sp…
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…
THE DARK eleventh hour Draws on and sees us sold To every evil power We fought against of old. Rebellion, rapine, hate,
JACK BARRETT went to Quetta Because they told him to. He left his wife at Simla On three-fourths his monthly screw… Jack Barrett died at Quetta
If Thought can reach to Heaven, On Heaven let it dwell, For fear the Thought be given Like power to reach to Hell. For fear the desolation
THE WIND took off with the suns… The fog came up with the tide, When the Witch of the North took… With a little Blue Devil inside. “Sink,” she said, “or swim,” she s…
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