Adown the torturing mile of street I mark him come and go, Thread in and out with tireless fe… The crossings to and fro; A soul that treads without retreat

Do I sleep? Do I dream? Am I hoaxed by a scout? Are things what they seem, Or is Sophists about? Is our 'to ti en einai’ a failure,…

After C. S. C. When the hunter-star Orion (Or, it may be, Charles his Wain) Tempts the tiny elves to try on All their little tricks again;

By the late W. W. (of H.M. Inla… And is it so? Can Folly stalk And aim her unrespecting darts In shades where grave Professors… And Bachelors of Arts?

E. W. B. Archbishop of Canterbury: sometim… of Truro. October 1896 The Church’s outpost on a neck of… By ebb of faith the foremost left…

I. THE SOLDIER (Roumanian) When winter trees bestrew the path… Still to the twig a leaf or twain Will cling and weep, not Winter’s…

’Tis pretty to be in Ballinderry, ’Tis pretty to be in Ballindoon, But ’tis prettier far in County K… Coortin’ under the bran’ new moon, Aroon, Aroon!

Hush! and again the chatter of the… Athwart the lawn! Lean your head close and closer.… It is the dawn. Dawn in the dusk of her dream,

NOT on the neck of prince or houn… Nor on a woman’€™s finger twin’€™d… May gold from the deriding ground Keep sacred that we sacred bind: Only the heel

IF a leaf rustled, she would star… And yet she died, a year ago. How had so frail a thing the heart To journey where she trembled so? And do they turn and turn in frigh…

To commemorate the virtue of Homo… Love, that in a tear was drown’d, Lives revived by a tear. Stella heard them mourn around Love that in a tear was drown’d,

Tune—Luther’s Chorale ‘Ein’ feste burg ist unser Gott’ Of old our City hath renown. Of God are her foundations, Wherein this day a King we crown

Down in the street the last late h… Still westward, but with backward… The harlot shuffles to her lonely… The tall policeman pauses but to t… A flash into the empty portico;

OF THREE CHILDREN CHOOS… A CHAPLET OF VERSE You and I and Burd so blithe’€” Burd so blithe, and you, and I’€” The Mower he would whet his scyth…

Rudiments, Rudiments, and Rudimen… ‘Thinketh one made them i’ the fit… ‘Thinketh one made them with the ’… But not the answers; 'doubteth the… Only Guides, Helps, Analyses, su…