How should we praise those lads of… Vindictive Who looked Death straight in the… Till his gaze fell, In those red gates of hell?

Have you supped at the Inn of Apo… While the last light fades from th… Has the Lord of the Sun, at the w… Poured you his ripest and best? O, there’s wine in that Inn of Ap…

The man who discovered the use of… _Odds—bobs— What a wonderful man!_ He used to sit down on it, tearing… Till he thought of a highly origin…

Dark, dark, lay the drifters, agai… As they shot their long meshes of… And the oily green waters were roc… When Kilmeny went out, at the tur… And nobody knew where that lassie…

Fashion on fashion on fashion, (With only the truth growing old!) And here’s the new purple of passi… (And love waiting out in the cold) Who’ll buy?

There came a crowder to the Merma… One dark May night, Fiddling a tune that quelled our m… With quaint delight, It haunts me yet, as old lost airs…

(WHAT THE GHOSTS SAID.) And after all the labour and the p… After the heaping up of gold on go… After success that locked your fee… And left you with a heart so tired…

BUT where’s the brown drifter tha… —Roll and go, and fare you well— ‘ Was her name Peggy Nutten? ’ That name is my own.

The forest of Alzuna hides a pool… Beside that pool, a shadowy tree u… High on that tree, a bough most be… Bends with the fragrant burden of… Among those flowers a nest is buri…

O Mystery of life, That, after all our strife, Defeats, mistakes, Just as, at last, we see The road to victory,

Sherwood in the twilight, is Robi… Grey and ghostly shadows are glidi… Shadows of the dappled deer, dream… Dreaming of a shadowy man that win… Robin Hood is here again: all his…

(new jersey, 1918) Its quiet graves were made for pea… Those wise old elms could hear no… Of all that distant agony— Only the red-winged blackbird, and…

O, once, by Cuckmere Haven, I heard a sailor sing Of shores beyond the sunset, And lands of lasting spring, Of blue lagoons and palm trees

(Written after hearing a line of… under the palms of Southern Calif… Under the palms of San Diego Where gold-skinned Mexicans loll… And the red half-moons of their bl…

Old Grey Squirrel might have been Almost anything - Might have been a soldier, sailor, Tinker, tailor (Never a beggar-man, though, nor t…