WHEEL me gently to the garage, s… No more for me the record and the… That cursèd left—hand cylinder the… Is pinking past redemption—I am d… They’ll never strike a mixture tha…

0NCE, after long—drawn revel at… He to the overbearing Boanerges Jonson, uttered (if half of it wer… Blessed be the vintage!) Saying how, at an alehouse under…

Now Tomlinson gave up the ghost i… And a Spirit came to his bedside… A Spirit gripped him by the hair… Till he heard as the roar of a rai… Till he heard the roar of the Mil…

I AM the Most Wise Baviaan, say… ‘Let us melt into the landscape—ju… People have come—in a carriage—cal… Yes, I can go if you take me—Nurs… Let’s go up to the pig—sties and s…

TAKE of English earth as much As either hand may rightly clutch. In the taking of it breathe Prayer for all who lie beneath. Not the great nor well—bespoke,

WHERE first by Eden Tree The Four Great Rivers ran, To each was appointed a Man Her Prince and Ruler to be. But after this was ordained

A Farmer of the Augustan Age Perused in Virgil’s golden page The story of the secret won From Proteus by Cyrene’s son— How the dank sea—god showed the sw…

Whether to wend through straight s… Trimly by towns perfectly paved; Or after office, as fitteth thy fa… Faring with friends far among fiel… There is none other equal in actio…

SOUTH and far south below the L… Our Admiral leads us on, Above, undreamed—of planets shine… The stars we know are gone. Around, our clustered seamen mark

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…

She dropped the bar, she shot the… For she heard a whimper under the… The fresh flame comforted the hut… And the Only Son lay down again a… The last ash fell from the withere…

When the flush of a new—born sun f… Our father Adam sat under the Tre… And the first rude sketch that the… Till the Devil whispered behind t… Wherefore he called to his wife, a…

VALOUR and Innocence Have latterly gone hence To certain death by certain shame… Envy—ah! even to tears!— The fortune of their years

I’ve danced till my shoes are outw… From ten till the hours called sma… I’ve cantered with Beauty at morn… At even made love at the ball. Light Loves for five months were…

OUR King went forth on pilgrimag… His prayers and vows to pay To them that saved our heritage And cast their own away. And there was little show of pride…