(Wordsworth)
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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.
SUDDEN the desert changes, The raw glare softens and clings, Till the aching Oudtshoorn ranges Stand up like the thrones of King… Ramparts of slaughter and peril—
THE ROAD to En—dor is easy to… For Mother or yearning Wife. There, it is sure, we shall meet o… As they were even in life. Earth has not dreamed of the bless…
Jane went to Paradise: That was only fair. Good Sir Walter followed her, And armed her up the stair. Henry and Tobias,
Baloo For the sake of him who showed One wise Frog the Jungle-Road, Keep the Law the Man-Pack make For thy blind old Baloo’s sake!
Will you conquer my heart with you… Shall I fall to your hand as a vi… Have I met you and passed you alr… Shall I meet you next session at… Does the P. and O. bear you to me…
They bear, in place of classic nam… Letters and numbers on their skin. They play their grisly blindfold g… In little boxes made of tin. Sometimes they stalk the Zeppelin…
Now we are come to our Kingdom, And the State is thus and thus; Our legions wait at the Palace ga… Little it profits us. Now we are come to our Kingdom!
Once on a time was a King anxious… What was the wisest thing a man co… Most of his population hurried to… Each with a long oration, each wit… They interrupted his meals —he was…
THEY shut the road through the w… Seventy years ago. Weather and rain have undone it ag… And now you would never know There was once a road through the…
IN the days of lace—ruffles, peru… Brown Bess was a partner whom non… An out—spoken, flinty—lipped, braz… With a habit of looking men straig… At Blenheim and Ramillies fops wo…
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…
BEES! BEES! Hark to your bees! “Hide from your neighbours as much… But all that has happened, to us y… Or else we will give you no honey… A maiden in her glory,
So long as 'neath the Kalka hills The tonga-horn shall ring, So long as down the Solon dip The hard-held ponies swing, So long as Tara Devi sees
LOVE and Death once ceased their… At the Tavern of Man’s Life. Called for wine, and threw—alas!— Each his quiver on the grass. When the bout was o’er they found