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The Roman threw us a road, a road… And sighed and strolled away: The Saxon gave us a raid, a raid, A raid that came to stay; The Dane went west, but the Dane…
The sun was black with judgment, a… Blood: but between I saw a man stand, saying: ‘To me… The grass is green. ’There was no star that I forgot…
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,
There has fallen on earth for a to… A god too great for the sky. He has burst out of all things and… The bounds of eternity: Into time and the terminal land
The star-crowned cliffs seem hinge… The clouds are floating rags acros… They open to us like the gates of… Cloven in the last great wall of a… I looked, and saw the valley of my…
You whom the kings saluted; who re… The one great pleasure of ignoble… Fame without name and glory withou… Whom no biographer befouls with pr… Who said of you “Defeated”? In th…
Said the Lord God, “Build a hous… Build it in the gorge of death, Found it in the throats of hell. Where the lost sea muttereth, Fires and whirlwinds, build it wel…
You will find me drinking rum, Like a sailor in a slum, You will find me drinking beer lik… You will find me drinking gin In the lowest kind of inn
Low and brown barns thatched and r… Where I had seven sons until to-d… A little hill of hay your spur has… This is not Paris. You have lost… You, staring at your sword to find…
Of old with a divided heart I saw my people’s pride expand, Since a man’s soul is torn apart By mother earth and fatherland. I knew, through many a tangled tal…
SEE the flying French depart Like the bees of Bonaparte, Swarming up with a most venomous v… Over Baden and Bavaria, And Brighton and Bulgaria,
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
Chattering finch and water-fly Are not merrier than I; Here among the flowers I lie Laughing everlastingly. No; I may not tell the best;
The American’s a hustler, for he… And surely the American must know… He will prove to you with figures… Beginning with his boyhood long ag… When the slow-maturing anecdote is…
The real trouble with this world of ours is not that it is an unreasonable world, nor even that it is a reasonable one. The commonest kind of trouble is that it is nearly reasonable, bu...