#EnglishWriters
St George he was for England, And before he killed the dragon He drank a pint of English ale Out of an English flagon. For though he fast right readily
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
O God of earth and altar, Bow down and hear our cry, Our earthly rulers falter, Our people drift and die; The walls of gold entomb us,
There fared a mother driven forth Out of an inn to roam; In the place where she was homeles… All men are at home. The crazy stable close at hand,
Lord Lilac thought it rather rott… That Shakespeare should be quite And therefore got on a Committee With several chaps out of the city… And Shorter and Sir Herbert Tree…
The wind blew out from Bergen fro… There was a wreck of trees and fal… And drifted like a livid leaf I g… Spewed out of house and stable, be… The heavens are bowed about my hea…
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...
Passionate peace is in the sky— And in the snow in silver sealed The beasts are perfect in the fiel… And men seem men so suddenly— (But take ten swords and ten times…
There’s a sound of the flutes and… In the island of Nevercometrue; In a fire-lit isle in the seas of… Black with depth of blue; And the man that might have been…
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…
O learned man who never learned to… Save to deduce, by timid steps and… From towering smoke that fire can… And from tall tales that men were… Say, have you thought what manner…
The Symbol The speaking at the Rotary is Pra… The talking at the Rotary turns m… But both require an Emblem; and a… When you argue in a circle and do…
Thoroughly worldly people never understand even the world; they rely altogether on a few cynical maxims which are not true. Once I remember walking with a prosperous publisher, who made...
Then Bernard smiled at me, that I… But I had gazed already; caught t… Faced the unfathomable ray of rays Which to itself and by itself is t… Then was my vision mightier than m…
When the long grey lines came floo… We stood and drank of the last fre… They had led us back from the lost… And stilled us: and our gaping gun… The grey tribes flowed for ever fr…