Laughter not time destroyed my voi
And put that crack in it,
And when the moon’s pot-bellied
I get a laughing fit,
For that old Madge comes down the

A STATESMAN is an easy man,
He tells his lies by rote;
A journalist makes up his lies
And takes you by the throat;
So stay at home’ and drink your be

I met the Bishop on the road
And much said he and I.
‘Those breasts are flat and fallen
Those veins must soon be dry;
Live in a heavenly mansion,

While I, that reed-throated whisp
Who comes at need, although not no
A clear articulation in the air,
But inwardly, surmise companions
Beyond the fling of the dull ass’s

‘WHAT have I earned for all that
‘For all that I have done at my o
The daily spite of this unmannerly
Where who has served the most is m
The reputation of his lifetime los

What shall I do with this absurdi
O heart, O troubled heart—this ca
Decrepit age that has been tied to
As to a dog’s tail?
Never had I more

I care not what the sailors say:
All those dreadful thunder-stones,
All that storm that blots the day
Can but show that Heaven yawns;
Great Europa played the fool

I HAD this thought a while ago,
‘My darling cannot understand
What I have done, or what would d
In this blind bitter land.’
And I grew weary of the sun

A CURSING rogue with a merry f
A bundle of rags upon a crutch,
Stumbled upon that windy place
Called Cruachan, and it was as mu
As the one sturdy leg could do

THOUGH the great song return no
There’s keen delight in what we ha
The rattle of pebbles on the shore
Under the receding wave.