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

PARNELL’S FUNERAL
UNDER the Great Comedian’s tomb
A bundle of tempestuous cloud is b
About the sky; where that is clear
Brightness remains; a brighter sta

ALL things can tempt me from this
One time it was a woman’s face, or
The seeming needs of my fool-drive
Now nothing but comes readier to t
Than this accustomed toil. When I

We who are old, old and gay,
O so old!
Thousands of years, thousands of y
If all were told:
Give to these children, new from t

Who talks of Plato’s spindle;
What set it whirling round?
Eternity may dwindle,
Time is unwound,
Dan and Jerry Lout

Ancestral Houses
SURELY among a rich man s flowe
Amid the rustle of his planted hil
Life overflows without ambitious p
And rains down life until the basi

A moonlight moor. Fairies lead
Male Fairies: Do not fear us, ear
We will lead you hand in hand
By the willows in the glade,
By the gorse on the high land,

WE have cried in our despair
That men desert,
For some trivial affair
Or noisy, insolent sport,
Beauty that we have won

WHAT sort of man is coming
To lie between your feet?
What matter, we are but women.
Wash; make your body sweet;
I have cupboards of dried fragranc

WHEN the flaming lute-thronged a
When an immortal passion breathes
Our hearts endure the scourge, the
Crowded with bitter faces, the wou
The vinegar-heavy sponge, the flow