(Mat. Prior)
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IN THE Neolithic Age savage war… For food and fame and woolly horse… I was singer to my clan in that di… And I sang of all we fought and f… Yea, I sang as now I sing, when t…
At the eleventh hour he came, But his wages were the same As ours who all day long had trod The wine—press of the Wrath of Go… When he shouldered through the lin…
LONG years ago, ere R—lls or R—… Trebled the mileage man could cove… When Sh—nks’s Mare was H—bs—n’s… And Bl—r—ot had not flown to Dove… When good hoteliers looked askance
THE DARK eleventh hour Draws on and sees us sold To every evil power We fought against of old. Rebellion, rapine, hate,
IN the sea, once upon a time, O my Best Beloved, there was a Whale, and he ate fishes. He ate the starfish and the garfish, and the crab and the dab, and the plaice and the dace, and th...
AS I left the Halls at Lumley, r… Maid last season worshipped dumbly… And I wondered idly, blindly, if… That was all—the rest was settled… Yea, my life and hers were coupled…
How comes it that, at even—tide, When level beams should show most… Man, failing, takes unfailing prid… In memories of his frolic youth? Venus and Liber fill their hour;
When, with a pain he desires to ex… Howls himself black in the face, t… And the six-months-old Mother beg… Tummy, or Temper, or Pins– what d… See! At a glance and a touch his…
If you can keep your head when all… Are losing theirs and blaming it o… If you can trust yourself when all… But make allowance for their doubt… If you can wait and not be tired b…
The Doorkeepers of Zion, They do not always stand In helmet and whole armour, With halberds in their hand; But, being sure of Zion,
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.
WITH those that bred, with those… He had no part whose hands were cl… But subtle, strong, and stubborn,… To a lost cause, and knew the gift… Later shall rise a people, sane an…
There are whose study is of smells… And to attentive schools rehearse How something mixed with something… Makes something worse. Some cultivate in broths impure
SHE did not know that she was dea… But, when the pang was o’er, Sat down to wait her Master’s tre… Upon the Golden Floor, With ears full—cock and anxious ey…
FOR all we have and are, For all our children’s fate, Stand up and take the war. The Hun is at the gate! Our world has passed away
