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Some handreds of the young naval officerswhose education was interrupted by the Warare now to be sent to various colleges at Cambridgeto continue their studies. The experiment will be watched with great interest.” –DAYLY PAPERS “Oh, show me how a…
When the Waters were dried an’ the Earth did appear, (“It’s all one,” says the Sapper),The Lord He created the Engineer,Her Majesty’s Royal Engineer,With the rank and pay of a Sapper! When the Flood come along for an extra monsoon,‘Twas Noah…
Er-Heb beyond the Hills of Ao-SafaiBears witness to the truth, and Ao-SafaiHath told the men of Gorukh. Thence the taleComes westward o’er the peaks to India. The story of Bisesa, Armod’s child, —A maiden plighted to the Chief in War,The…
God rest you, peaceful gentlemen, let nothing you dismay, But—leave your sports a little while—the dead are borne this way!Armies dead and Cities dead, past all count or care.God rest you, merry gentlemen, what…
[Allowing for the difference ‘twixt prose and rhymed exaggeration, this ought to reproduce the sense of what Sir A— told the nation sometime ago, when the Government struck from our incomes two per cent.] Now the New Year, reviving last…
The Weald is good, the Downs are best—I’ll give you the run of ’em, East to West.Beachy Head and Winddoor Hill,They were once and they are still.Firle Mount Caburn and Mount HarryGo back as far as sums ‘ll carry.Ditchling Beacon…
A smith makes meTo betray my ManIn my first fight. To gather GoldAt the world’s endI am sent. The Gold I gatherComes into EnglandOut of deep Water. Like a shining FishThen it descendsInto deep Water. It is not givenFor goods…
(When Germany proposed that England should help her in a naval demonstration to collect debts from Venezuela.) The banked oars fell an hundred strong, And backed and threshed and ground,But bitter was the rowers’ song As they brought the war-boat…
We’re marchin’ on relief over Injia’s sunny plains,A little front o’ Christmas-time an’ just be’ind the Rains;Ho! get away you bullock-man, you’ve ‘eard the bugle blowed,There’s a regiment a-comin’ down the Grand Trunk Road; With its best foot first And…
Oh, little did the Wolf-Child care— When first he planned his home, What City should arise and bear The weight and state of Rome. A shiftless, westward-wandering tramp, Checked by the Tiber flood, He reared a wall around his camp …