The north-cast wind has come from… Roaring he came above the white wa… The foam of the loud sea was on hi… And all his hair was salt with fal… Over the keen light of northern da…
Rise up, and do begin the day’s ad… The Summer dark is but the dawn o… The last of sunset fades into the… The morning calls you from the dar… The holy mist, the white mist of t…
It freezes– all across a soundless… The birds go home. The governing… The steadfast dark that waits not… The ultimate dark wherein the race… Death, with his evil finger to his…
Sally is gone that was so kindly, Sally is gone from Ha’nacker Hill And the Briar grows ever since th… And ever since then the clapper is… And the sweeps have fallen from H…
Torture will give a dozen pence or… To keep a drab from bawling at his… The public taste is quite a differ… Torture is positively paid to sing…
Who Slammed Doors For Fun And P… A trick that everyone abhors In little girls is slamming doors. A wealthy banker’s little daughter Who lived in Palace Green, Baysw…
Towards the evening of her splendi… Those who are little children now… (Finding this verse),'Who wrote i… And Juliet answer gently, ‘I forg…
The Llama is a wooly sort of flee… With an indolent expression and an… Like an unsuccessful literary man. And I know the place he lives in… It is Ecuador, Brazil or Chile–…
The Microbe is so very small You cannot make him out at all, But many sanguine people hope To see him through a microscope. His jointed tongue that lies benea…
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
I said to Heart, ‘How goes it?’… ‘Right as a Ribstone Pippin!’ Bu…
This is the place where Dorothea… I did not know the reason, nor did… But there she stood, and turned, a… A sudden glory had bewitched the c… The corn at harvest, and a single…
I call you bad, my little child, Upon the title page, Because a manner rude and wild Is common at your age. The Moral of this priceless work
During a late election Lord Roehampton strained a vocal chord From shouting, very loud and high, To lots and lots of people why The Budget in his own opin–
And is it True? It is not True. And if it were it wouldn’t do, For people such as me and you Who pretty nearly all day long Are doing something rather wrong.
