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I cannot blame old Israel yet, For I am not a sage— I shall not know until I get The son of my old age. The mysteries of this Vale of Tea…
My army, O, my army! The time I… I want to see your colours; I wan… I heard them in my boyhood when al… I heard them as a Young Man—and… My army, O, my army! The signs ar…
There were ten of us there on the… And one on the for’ard hatch; No straighter mate to his mates th… Had ever said: ‘Len’s a match!’ “’Twill be long, old man, ere our…
From over the leagues of ice and s… From back of the days of long ago,… To the end of the world and our G… I have set the lines on my childre… That the world shall know and my n…
Man, is the Sea your master? Sea,… This is the song of brave men who… Ceaselessly watching to save you,… Soundly asleep in your state room,… Life is a dream, they tell us, but…
THERE can be no doubt but that without sentiment the world would be worse than it now is; but sentiment, though a good servant, is a bad master. Though not wishing to make a virtue of s...
There are three lank bards in a bo… Ah! The number is one too few— They have deemed their home and th… For the thing that they have to do… Three glasses they fill with the…
AMONG the sons of Englishmen Full many feel like real tears, For, though he reigned but scarcel… He bore the burden many years. He lived the dead past doubly down…
Oh, for the fire that used to glow In those my days of old! I never thought a man could grow So callous and so cold. Ah, for the heart that used to ach…
O I dreamt I shore in a shearing… For every one of the rouseabouts w… Dressed up like a page in a pantom… They had flaxen hair they had coal… There was short plump girls there…
I hate the pen, the foolscap fair, The poet’s corner, and the page, For Grief and Death are written t… In every land and every age. The poets sing and play their part…
Republicans! the time is coming! Listen to the distant drumming! Hearken to the whispers humming In the troubled atmosphere. Ye are born to do the toiling;
Are you coming, Ivan, coming?—Ah,… In the vast land that we know not—… We are watching through the daybre… For the dots upon the skyline—blac… We are watching through the mornin…
To my fellow sinners all, who, in… Through the Commonwealth to-night… New Year’s Resolutions are jerry-… But I want to say to you, “Give y… You who drink for drinking’s sake,…
Where the seasons are divided and… and the links are rather broken in… where the atmosphere is hazy under… lies the little town of Eton, rath… Near the township, in the graveyar…
