(Wordsworth)
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Lord, Thou hast made this world b… An’, taught by time, I tak’ it so… From coupler—flange to spindle—gui… Predestination in the stride o’ yo… John Calvin might ha’ forged the…
Now this is the next tale, and it tells how the Camel got his big hump. In the beginning of years, when the world was so new and all, and the Animals were just beginning to work for Ma...
It was an artless Bandar, and he… And much I wondered how he lived,… And many many other things, till,… I slept the sleep of idleness and… He said: “O man of many clothes!…
As I was spittin’ into the Ditch… I seed a man on a man-o’-war got u… 'E was scrapin’ the paint from off… Sez 'e, “I’m a Jolly —'Er Majest… Now ‘is work begins by Gawd knows…
LO! the Wild Cow of the Desert,… Lost in the wind plaited sand—dune… Hot foot she follows those foot—pr… Her soul is shut save to one thing… Fearless she lows past the camp, m…
GOLD is for the mistress —silver… Copper for the craftsman cunning a… ” Good! “ said the Baron, sitting… But Iron– Cold Iron– is master o… So he made rebellion 'gainst the…
When Julius Fabricius, Sub—Prefe… In the days of Diocletian owned o… He called to him Hobdenius—a Brit… Saying: “What about that River—pi… And the aged Hobden answered: “I…
THERE are four good legs to my… Priests and People and Lords and… I sits on all of 'em fair and squa… And that is reason it don’t break… I won’t trust one leg, nor two, no…
‘What are the bugles blowin’ for?'… ‘To turn you out, to turn you out,… ‘What makes you look so white, so… ‘I’m dreadin’ what I’ve got to wa… For they’re hangin’ Danny Deever,…
THESE were our children who died… We have only the memory left of th… The price of our loss shall be pai… Neither the Alien nor Priest shal… But who shall return us the childr…
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…
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…
IF I were hanged on the highest h… Mother o’ mine, O mother o’ mine! I know whose love would follow me… Mother o’ mine, O mother o’ mine! If I were drowned in the deepest…
Rome never looks where she treads. Always her heavy hooves fall On our stomachs, our hearts or our… And Rome never heeds when we bawl… Her sentries pass on—that is all,
At the eleventh hour he came, But his wages were the same As ours who all day long had trod The wine—press of the Wrath of Go… When he shouldered through the lin…