#EnglishWriters
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!)
Here is nothing new nor aught unpr… “Many feet have worn it and the ro… ”It is the King—the King we schoo… (Trumpets in the marshes-in the ey… “Here is neither haste, nor hate,…
I go to concert, party, ball— What profit is in these? I sit alone against the wall And strive to look at ease. The incense that is mine by right
Files The Files — Office Files! Oblige me by referring to the Fil… Every question man can raise,
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…
UP CAME the young Centaur—colts… Curious awkward, afraid. Burrs on their hocks and their tai… Mobs and run up to the yard to be… Starting and shying at straws, wit…
THERE runs a road by Merrow Dow… A grassy track today it is— An hour out of Guildford Town, Above the river Wey it is. Here, when they heard the horse—be…
“Where have you been this while aw… Johnnie, Johnnie?” 'Long with the rest on a picnic la… Johnnie, my Johnnie, aha! They called us out of the barrack-…
THIS is the end whereto men toil… Before thy coachman guessed his fa… How thou shouldst leave thy ’scutc… On that new wheel which is the oil… To see the England Shakespeare sa…
“THIS is the State above the La… The State exists for the State al… [This is a gland at the back of th… And an answering lump by the colla… Some die shouting in gas or fire;
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
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…
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
THE RAIN it rains without a sta… In the hills above us, in the hill… And presently the floods break way Whose strength is in the hills. The trees they suck from every clo…
In the name of the Empress of Ind… O Lords of the Jungle, wherever y… The woods are astir at the close o… We exiles are waiting for letters… Let the robber retreat —let the ti…