When I am dead, I hope it may be… ‘His sins were scarlet, but his…
The soldier month, the bulwark of… That never more shall hear such vi… He stands apparent with his heaven… And helmeted of grand Etruscan go… Our harvest is the bounty he has w…
The stranger warmth of the young s… Look! little beads of green begin… And hidden flowers have dated thei… Where late such droughty dusts wer… It’s not the month, but all the wo…
The Whale that wanders round the… Is not a table fish. You cannot bake or boil him whole Nor serve him in a dish; But you may cut his blubber up
Because my faltering feet may fail… The first descendant of the steps… Give me the Word in time that tri… I too must pass into the misty hol… Where all our living laughter stop…
Inviting the influence of a young… You wear the morning like your dre… And are with mastery crown’d; When as you walk your loveliness Goes shining all around:
My reading is extremely deep and w… And as our modern education goes’… Unique I think, and skilfully app… To Art and Industry and Autres C… Through many years of scholarly re…
Lump says that Caliban’s of gutte… And Caliban says Lump’s a fool in… And Caliban and Lump and I are a…
Be kind and tender to the Frog, And do not call him names, As ‘Slimy skin,’ or ‘Polly-wog,’ Or likewise ‘Ugly James,’ Or ‘Gap-a-grin,’ or ‘Toad-gone-wr…
The nicest child I ever knew Was Charles Augustus Fortescue. He never lost his cap, or tore His stockings or his pinafore: In eating Bread he made no Crumbs…
Heretics all, whoever you may be, In Tarbes or Nimes, or over the s… You never shall have good words fr… Caritas non conturbat me. But Catholic men that live upon w…
Lady and Queen and Mystery manifo… And very Regent of the untroubled… Whom in a dream St. Hilda did beh… And heard a woodland music passing… You shall receive me when the clou…
Of all the gods that gave me all t… To-day there deigns to walk with m… I lead him by the hand and tell hi… It is the Queen of Cyprus’ little…
My jolly fat host with your face a… Come, open the door to us, let us… A score of stout fellows who think… If they toast till they’re hoarse,… Hoofed it amain
The world is full of double beds And most delightful maidenheads, Which being so, there’s no excuse For sodomy of self-abuse.