(Mat. Prior)
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Life’s all getting and giving, I’ve only myself to give. What shall I do for a living? I’ve only one life to live. End it? I’ll not find another.
WE were all one heart and one rac… When the Abbey trumpets blew. For a moment’s breathing—space We had forgotten you. Now you return to your honoured pl…
Offshore where sea and skyline ble… In rain, the daylight dies; The sullen, shouldering swells att… Night and our sacrifice. Adown the stricken capes no flare—
This was originally written for th… “St. James’s Gazette” as a delibe… skit on a letter by a corresponden… who seemed to believe that naval warfare of the future would be
“My son,” said the Norman Baron,… be heir To all the broad acres in England… share When he conquered the Saxon at Ha…
READ here: This is the story of Evarra—man— Maker of Gods in lands beyond the… Because the city gave him of her g… Because the caravans brought turqu…
WHERE the sober—colored cultivat… On his byles; Where the cholera, the cyclone, an… Come and go; Where the merchant deals in indigo…
A FOOL there was and he made his… A Fool as you and I!) To a rag and a bone and a hank of… (We called her the woman who did n… But the fool he called her his lad…
Your trail runs to the westward, And mine to my own place; There is water between our lodges, And I have not seen your face. But since I have read your verses
The Babe was laid in the Manger Between the gentle kine — All safe from cold and danger — "But it was not so with mine, (With mine! With mine!)
We pulled for you when the wind was against us and the sails were low. We ate bread and onions when you took towns, or ran aboard quickly when you were beaten back by the foe. The ...
When Julius Fabricius, Sub—Prefe… In the days of Diocletian owned o… He called to him Hobdenius—a Brit… Saying: “What about that River—pi… And the aged Hobden answered: “I…
THERE was Rundle, Station Mast… An’ Beazeley of the Rail, An’ 'Ackman, Commissariat, An’ Donkin’ o’ the Jail; An’ Blake, Conductor—Sergeant,
WE HAVE no heart for the fishin… All that our fathers taught us of… All that our own hearts bid us bel… There is no proof in the bread we… Look you, our foreshore stretches…
THERE was no one like ’im, ’Ors… Nor any o’ the Guns I knew; An’ because it was so, why, o’ cou… Which is just what the best men do… So it’s knock out your pipes an’ f…