(Mat. Prior)
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Farewell and adieu to you, Harwic… Farewell and adieu to you, ladies… For we’ve received orders to work… Where we hope in a short time to s… We’ll duck and we’ll dive like lit…
There was a strife ‘twixt man and… Oh, that was at the birth of time! But what befell ’twixt man and mai… Oh, that’s beyond the grip of rhym… 'Twas “Sweet, I must not bide wit…
DREAD Mother of forgetfulness Who, when Thy reign begins, Wipest away the soul’s distress And memory of her sins. The trusty Worm that diest not —
China—going P. & O.'s Pass Pau Amma’s playground close, And his Pusat Tasek lies Near the track of most B.I.'s. N.Y.K. and N.D.L.
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.
You may talk o’ gin and beer When you’re quartered safe out ’er… An’ you’re sent to penny-fights an… But when it comes to slaughter You will do your work on water,
AHASUERUS JENKINS of the “… Was dowered with a tenor voice of… His views on equitation were, perh… He had no seat worth mentioning, b… He clubbed his wretched company a…
It was an August evening and, in… I paid a round of visits in the li… When, presently, my Waler saw, an… A Commissariat elephant careering… I couldn’t see he driver, and acro…
UNTIL thy feet have trod the Ro… Advise not wayside folk, Nor till thy back has borne the L… Break in upon the broke. Chase not with undesired largesse
Up the steep Official Stair With rapidity amazing Clomb, his seniors bedazing, Into Heights of Glory blazing, With the Stars that mortals wear
q|Being a translation of the song… by a Mohammedan schoolmaster of B… (some time on service at Suakim) w… that Kitchener was taking money fr… to build a Madrissa for Hubshees…
OUT o’ the wilderness, dusty an’… (Time, an’ ’igh time to be trekkin… ’Oo is it ’eads to the Detail Sup… A section, a pompom (1), an’ six ’… ’Ere comes the clerk with ’is lant…
TELL it to the locked—up trees, Cuckoo, bring your song here! Warrant, Act and Summons, please, For Spring to pass along here! Tell old Winter, if he doubt,
There are three degrees of bliss At the foot of Allah’s Throne, And the highest place is his Who saves a brother’s soul At peril of his own.
WHEN that great Kings return to… Or Emperors in their pride, Grief of a day shall fill a day, Because its creature died. But we—we reckon not with those