The lions who ate the Christians… By indulging native appetites play… Not entirely negligible part In consolidating at the very start The position of the Early Christi…

Walking swiftly with a dreadful du… He smiled too briefly, his face wa… He jumped into a taxi when he saw… Leaving my alone with a private me… He loves me so much, my heart is s…

Mother, among the dustbins and the… I feel the measure of my humanity,… As of the presence of God, I am s… In the dustbins, in the manure, in… Is the presence of God, in a sure…

Nobody heard him, the dead man, But still he lay moaning: I was much further out than you th… And not waving but drowning. Poor chap, he always loved larking

Was he married, did he try To support as he grew less fond of… Wife and family? No, He never suffered such a blow.

The nearly right And yet not quite In love is wholly evil And every heart That loves in part

After reading Dr Rieu’€™s transla… Who is this that comes in splendou… This is he we had not thought of,… Airy, in an airy manner in an airy… Others take him by the hand, lead…

Dearest Evelyn, I often think of… Out with the guns in the jungle st… Yesterday I hittapotamus I put the measurements down for yo… It’s not a good thing to drink out…

Tender only to one Tender and true The petals swing To my fingering Is it you, or you, or you?

Sisely Walked so nicely With footsteps so discreet To see her pass You’d never guess

My heart was full of softening sho… I used to swing like this for hour… I did not care for war or death, I was glad to draw my breath.

In my dreams I am always saying g… Whither and why I know not nor do… And the parting is sweet and the p… And sweetest of all is the night a… In my dreams they are always wavin…

There is a face I know too well, A face I dread to see, So vain it is, so eloquent Of all futility. It is a human face that hides

In the flame of the flickering fir… The sins of my soul are few And the thoughts in my head are th… With a solitary view. But the eye of eternal consciousne…

Our Bog is dood, our Bog is dood, They lisped in accents mild, But when I asked them to explain They grew a little wild. How do you know your Bog is dood