#EnglishWriters
q|[From a souvenir programme produced for a fund raising benefit in London on 14th May 1912, for those affected by the sinking of the Titanic just a month previously. It includes poems ...
Little Blue-Fits has lost his wit… And doesn’t know where to find the… Leave them alone and they’ll come… And leave their tales behind them. The remarkable tales, with remarka…
The old earth keepeth her watch th… Alone in a voiceless void doth sta… Her orange flowers in her bosom fl… Her gold ring in her hand. The surfs of the long gold-crested…
The sky is blue with summer and th… The woods are brown as autumn with… It might as well be Tropics and b… I might as well be born a copper… I fashion me an oriental fan
THE CARPENTERS St. Joseph to the Carpenters said… “The master shall have patience an… And your word unto your women shal… For the sake of me, your master, w…
Under what withering leprous light The very grass as hair is grey, Grass in the cracks of the paven c… Of gods we graved but yesterday. Senate, republic, empire, all
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...
The phrases of the street are not only forcible but subtle: for a figure of speech can often get into a crack too small for a definition. Phrases like “put out” or “off colour” might ha...
The Devil is a gentleman, and ask… At his little place at What’sitsn… They say the sport is splendid; th… And fairy scenes, and fearful feat… He can shoot the feathered cherubs…
When I came back to Fleet Street… Through a sunset nook at night, And saw the old Green Dragon With the windows all alight, And hailed the old Green Dragon
The thatch on the roof was as gold… Though dusty the straw was and old… The wind had a peal as of trumpets… Though blowing and barren and cold… The mother’s hair was a glory
They spoke of Progress spiring ro… Of light and Mrs Humphrey Ward— It is not true to say I frowned, Or ran about the room and roared; I might have simply sat and snored…
Feast on wine or fast on water And your honour shall stand sure, God Almighty’s son and daughter He the valiant, she the pure; If an angel out of heaven
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,
q|The Rev. Isaiah Bunter has disappeared into the interior of the Solomon Islands, and it is feared that he may have been devoured by the natives, as there has been a considerable reviv...