(Wordsworth)
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This is our lot if we live so long… Then we outlive the impatient year… And because we know we have breath… We shall assume that we are alive,… We shall not acknowledge that old…
THE Injian Ocean sets an’ smiles So sof’, so bright, so bloomin’ bl… There aren’t a wave for miles an’… Excep’ the jiggle from the screw. The ship is swep’, the day is done…
“THERE’S no sense in going furt… So they said, and I believed it–… Built my barns and strung my fence… Tucked away below the foothills wh… Till a voice, as bad as Conscienc…
THE careful text—books measure (Let all who build beware!) The load, the shock, the pressure Material can bear. So, when the buckled girder
Wot makes the soldier’s ‘eart to p… It isn’t standin’ up to charge nor… But it’s everlastin’ waitin’ on a… For the commissariat camel an’ 'is… O the oont*, O the oont, O the co…
AGAINST the Bermudas we founde… This Master, that Swabber, yon B… (Our pinnace and crew being drowne… Must beg for our bread through old… For a bite and a sup, and a bed of…
When Rome was rotten-ripe to her… And the sceptre passed from her ha… The pestilent Picts leaped over t… To harry the English land. The little dark men of the mountai…
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…
TAKE up the White Man’s burden– Send forth the best ye breed— Go bind your sons to exile To serve your captives’ need; To wait in heavy harness
THE WIND took off with the suns… The fog came up with the tide, When the Witch of the North took… With a little Blue Devil inside. “Sink,” she said, “or swim,” she s…
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…
After His Realms and States were… To bare their hearts to the King… Tendering themselves in homage and… The Tide Wave up the Channel spo… To all those eager, exultant folk:…
EDDI, priest of St. Wilfrid In his chapel at Manhood End, Ordered a midnight service For such as cared to attend. But the Saxons were keeping Chris…
WE KNOW the Rocket’s upward whi… We know the Boom before the Bust. We know the whistling Wail which… The Stick returning to the Dust. We know how much to take on trust
Once, after long—drawn revel at T… He to the overbearing Boanerges Jonson, uttered (if half of it wer… Blessed be the vintage!) Saying how, at an alehouse under…