The Vulture eats between his meal… And that’s the reason why He very, very, rarely feels As well as you and I. His eye is dull, his head is bald,
I, from a window where the Meuse… Looked eastward out to the Septem… The men that in the hopeless battl… Rose, and deployed, and stationed… A brumal army, vague and ordered l…
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…
The world is full of double beds And most delightful maidenheads, Which being so, there’s no excuse For sodomy of self-abuse.
Who was cursed with the Sin of Pr… Godolphin Horne was Nobly Born; He held the Human Race in Scorn, And lived with all his Sisters wh… His father lived, in Berkeley Squ…
The Bison is vain, and (I write i… The Door-mat you see on his head Is not, as some learned professors… The opulent growth of a genius’ br… But is sewn on with needle and thr…
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…
Hoar Time about the house betakes… Seeking an entry for his weariness… And in that dreadful company distr… And the sad night with silent foot… On my poor fire the brands are sca…
To exalt, enthrone, establish and… To welcome home mankind’s mysterio… Wine, true begetter of all arts th… Wine, privilege of the completely… Wine the recorder; wine the sagely…
The Kings come riding back from t… The purple Kings and all their mo… They fill the street with clamorou… The Kings have broken down the Sa… Singing a great song of the easter…
This diamond, Juliet, will adorn Ephemeral beauties yet unborn. While my strong verse, for ever ne… Shall still adorn immortal you.
Do you remember an Inn, Miranda? Do you remember an Inn? And the tedding and the spreading Of the straw for a bedding,
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…
Pale Ebenezer thought it wrong to… But Roaring Bill (who killed him)…
I said to Heart, ‘How goes it?’… ‘Right as a Ribstone Pippin!’ Bu…
