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Legate, I had the news last night —my cohort ordered homeBy ships to Portus Itius and thence by road to Rome.I’ve marched the companies aboard, the arms are stowed below:Now let another take my sword. Command me not to go!…
Here we go in a flung festoon,Half-way up to the jealous moon!Don’t you envy our pranceful bands?Don’t you wish you had extra hands?Would n’t you like if your tails were — so —Curved in the shape of a Cupid’s bow? …
Twenty bridges from Tower to Kew—(Twenty bridges or twenty-two)—Wanted to know what the River knew, For they were young, and the Thames was oldAnd this is the tale that River told:— “I walk my beat before London Town,Five hours up…
Once red ripple came to land In the golden sunset burning— Lapped against a maiden’s hand, By the ford returning. Dainty foot and gentle breast— Here, across, be glad and rest. “Maiden, wait,” the ripplee saith; …
Duly with knees that feign to quake—Bent head and shaded brow,—Yet once again, for my father’s sake,In Rimmon’s House I bow. The curtains part, the trumpet blares,And the eunuchs howl aloud;And the gilt, swag-bellied idol glaresInsolent over the crowd. “This…
When I left Rome for Lalage’s sake,By the Legions’ Road to Rimini,She vowed her heart was mine to takeWith me and my shield to Rimini—(Till the Eagles flew from Rimini—)And I’ve tramped Britain, and I’ve tramped GaulAnd the Pontic shore…
Away by the lands of the Japanee Where the paper lanterns glow And the crews of all the shipping drink In the house of Blood Street Joe, At twilight, when the landward breeze Brings up…
This ballad appears to refer to one of the exploits of the notorious Paul Jones, the American pirate. It is founded on fact. … At the close of a winter day,Their anchors down, by London town, the Three Great Captains…
Neither the harps nor the crowns amused, nor the cherubs’ dove-winged races—Holding hands forlornly the Children wandered beneath the Dome,Plucking the splendid robes of the passers-by, and with pitiful! facesBegging what Princes and Powers refused:—”Ah, please will you let us…
Peace is declared, and I returnTo ‘Ackneystadt, but not the same;Things ‘ave transpired which made me learnThe size and meanin’ of the game.I did no more than others did,I don’t know where the change began;I started as a average kid,I…