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The Song of the Sons

One from the ends of the earth — gifts at an open door —Treason has much, but we, Mother, thy sons have more!From the whine of a dying man, from the snarl of a wolf-pack freed,Turn, and the world is…

Songs of Seventy Horses

Once again the Steamer at Calais — the tackles Easing the car-trays on to the quay. Release her! Sign-refill, and let me away with my horses. (Seventy Thundering Horses!) Slow through the traffic, my horses! It is enough — it…

The Song of Seven Cities

I was Lord of Cities very sumptuously builded.Seven roaring Cities paid me tribute from far.Ivory their outposts were—the guardrooms of them gilded,And garrisoned with Amazons invincible in war. All the world went softly when it walked before my Cities—Neither King…

Song of the Red War-Boat

Shove off from the wharf-edge! Steady!Watch for a smooth! Give way!If she feels the lop already She’ll stand on her head in the bay.It’s ebb—it’s dusk—it’s blowing—The shoals are a mile of white,But ( snatch her along! ) we’re goingTo…

The Song of the Old Guard

Know this, my brethren, Heaven is clear  And all the clouds are gone—The Proper Sort shall flourish now,  Good times are coming on”—The evil that was threatened late  To all of our degreeHath passed in discord and debate,  And, Hey…

Song of the Men’s Side

  Once we feared The Beast—when he followed us we ran,    Ran very fast though we knew  It was not right that The Beast should master Man;    But what could we Flint-workers do?  The Beast only grinned at…

The Song of the Little Hunter

Ere Mor the Peacock flutters, ere the Monkey People cry,  Ere Chil the Kite swoops down a furlong sheer,Through the Jungle very softly flits a shadow and a sigh—  He is Fear, O Little Hunter, he is Fear! Very softly…

A Song of Kabir

Oh, light was the world that he weighed in his hands!Oh, heavy the tale of his fiefs and his lands!He has gone from the guddee and put on the shroud,And departed in guise of bairagi avowed! Now the white road…

Song of the Galley-Slaves

We pulled for you when the wind was against us and the sails    were low.       Will you never let us go?We ate bread and onions when you took towns, or ran aboard    quickly when you were…

A Song of French Roads

“The National Roads of France are numbered throughout, and carry their numbers upon each kilometre stone. By following these indications, comprehensible even to strangers, the tourist can see at a glance if he is on the correct road. For example,…