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Father and Mother, and Me, Sister and Auntie sayAll the people like us are We, And every one else is They.And They live over the sea, While We live over the way,But-would you believe it? — They look upon We …
They shut the road through the woodsSeventy years ago.Weather and rain have undone it again,And now you would never knowThere was once a road through the woodsBefore they planted the trees.It is underneath the coppice and heath,And the thin anemones.Only…
From the date that the doors of his prep-school close On the lonely little sonHe is taught by precept, insult, and blows The Things that Are Never Done.Year after year, without favour or fear, From seven to twenty-two,His keepers insist…
Oh, glorious are the guarded heights Where guardian souls abide—Self-exiled from our gross delights— Above, beyond, outside:An ampler arc their spirit swings— Commands a juster view—We have their word for all these things, No doubt their words are true. Yet…
The gull shall whistle in his wake, the blind wave break in fire. He shall fulfil God’s utmost will, unknowing his desire. And he shall see old planets change and alien stars arise, And give the gale his seaworn sail…
Try as he will, no man breaks wholly loose From his first love, no matter who she be.Oh, was there ever sailor free to choose, That didn’t settle somewhere near the sea? Myself, it don’t excite me nor amuse To…
At the eleventh hour he came,But his wages were the sameAs ours who all day long had trodThe wine-press of the Wrath of God. When he shouldered through the linesOf our cropped and mangled vines,His unjaded eye could scanHow each…
Written for the Gathering of Survivors the Indian Mutiny, Albert Hall, 1907 To-day, across our fathers’ graves, The astonished years revealThe remnant of that desperate host Which cleansed our East with steel. Hail and farewell! We greet you here, With…
(JUTLAND) 1916 Not in the thick of the fight, Not in the press of the odds, Do the heroes come to their height, Or we know the demi-gods. That stands over till peace.…