The men that worked for England They have their graves at home: And bees and birds of England About the cross can roam. But they that fought for England,

After one moment when I bowed my… And the whole world turned over an… And I came out where the old road… I walked the ways and heard what a… Forests of tongues, like autumn le…

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

This ballad needs no historical notes, for the simple reason that it does not profess to be historical. All of it that is not frankly fictitious, as in any prose romance about the past,...

God made the wicked Grocer For a mystery and a sign, That men might shun the awful shop… And go to inns to dine; Where the bacon’s on the rafter

This much, O heaven—if I should b… Pity me not; but let the world be… Yea, in my madness if I strike me… Heed you the grass that grows upon… If I dare snarl between this sun…

With leaves below and leaves above… And groping under tree and tree, I found the home of my true love, Who is a wandering home for me. Who, lost in ruined worlds aloof,

If sunset clouds could grow on tre… It would but match the may in flow… And skies be underneath the seas No topsyturvier than a shower. If mountains rose on wings to wand…

Heaven shall forgive you Bridge a… The clothes you wear—or do not wea… And Ladies’ Leap-frog on the lawn And dyes and drugs, and petits ver… Your vicious things shall melt in…

I cannot count the pebbles in the… Well hath He spoken: “Swear not b… Thou knowest not the hairs,” thoug… Writes that wild number in His ow… I cannot count the sands or search…

Words, for alas my trade is words,… Rubbed by a hundred rhymesters, ba… Take them, you, that smile on stri… The words that never lie, or brag,… I give a hand to my lady, another…

It is something to have wept as we… It is something to have done as we… It is something to have watched wh… And seen the stars which never see… It is something to have smelt the…

It is customary to complain of the bustle and strenuousness of our epoch. But in truth the chief mark of our epoch is a profound laziness and fatigue; and the fact is that the real lazi...

Many have Earth’s lovers been, Tried in seas and wars, I ween; Yet the mightiest have I seen: Yea, the best saw I. One that in a field alone

Sounding brass and tinkling cymbal… He that made me sealed my ears, And the pomp of gorgeous noises, Waves of triumph, waves of tears, Thundered empty round and past me,