Over the heather the wet wind blow… I’ve lice in my tunic and a cold i… The rain comes pattering out of th… I’m a Wall soldier, I don’t know… The mist creeps over the hard grey…

He told us we were free to choose But, children as we were, we thoug… “Paternal Love will only use Force in the last resort On those too bumptious to repent.”

It’s natural the Boys should whoo… so huge a phallic triumph, an adve… it would not have occurred to wome… to think worth while, made possibl… because we like huddling in gangs…

Out of a bellicose fore-time, thun… head-on collisions of cloud and ro… up-thrust, crevasse-and-avalanche,… deadly to breathers, it whelms into our picture below t…

Carry her over the water, And set her down under the tree, Where the culvers white all days a… And the winds from every quarter, Sing agreeably, agreeably, agreeab…

So an age ended, and its last deli… In bed, grown idle and unhappy; th… The sudden shadow of a giant’s eno… Would fall no more at dusk across… They slept in peace: in marshes he…

You are the town and we are the cl… We are the guardians of the gate i… The Two. On your left and on your right In the day and in the night,

Not as that dream Napoleon, rumou… Before who’s riding all the crowds… Who dedicates a column and withdra… Nor as that general favourite and… To whom the weather and the ruins…

The underground roads Are, as the dead prefer them, Always tortuous. . . . When he looked the cave in the eye…

Nobody I know would like to be bu… with a silver cocktail-shaker, a transistor radio and a strangled daily help, or keep his word becau… of a great-great-grandmother who g…