Of all the trees that grow so fair… Old England to adorn, Greater are none beneath the Sun, Than Oak, and Ash, and Thorn. Sing Oak, and Ash, and Thorn, go…

MARCH! The mud is cakin’ good a… Front!—eyes front, an’ watch the… Front! The faces of the women in… Ain’t the kind o’ things to take a… Cheer! An’ we’ll never march to v…

Old Mother Laidinwool had nigh tw… She heard the hops was doing well,… For said she: “The lads I’ve… They’re bound to be at hopping an… Let me up and go

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,

OLD Horn to All Atlantic said: (A—hay O! To me O!) Now where did Frankie learn his t… For he ran me down with a three—re… (All round the Horn!)

Brethren, how shall it fare with m… When the war is laid aside, If it be proven that I am he For whom a world has died? If it be proven that all my good,

BLESSÈD was our first age and morning—time. Then were no waies tarren, ne no cars numberen, but each followed his owne playinge—busyness to go about singly or by large interspaces, for ...

How comes it that, at even—tide, When level beams should show most… Man, failing, takes unfailing prid… In memories of his frolic youth? Venus and Liber fill their hour;

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

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…

DAWN OFF the Foreland– the you… Jumbled and short and steep— Black in the hollows and bright wh… Awkward water to sweep. “Mines reported in the fairway,

OH, glorious are the guarded heig… Where guardian souls abide— Self—exiled from our gross delight… Above, beyond, outside: An ampler arc their spirit swings—

YOUTH that trafficked long with… And to second life returns, Squanders little time or breath On his fellow—man’s concerns. Earnèd peace is all he asks

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…