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“This is the State above the Law. The State exists for the State alone.” [This is a gland at the back of the jaw, And an answering lump by the collar-bone.] Some die shouting in…
Who in the Realm to-day lays down dear life for the sake of a land more dear?And, unconcerned for his own estate, toils till the last grudged sands have run?Let him approach. It is proven hereOur King asks nothing of…
We now, held in captivity, Spring to our bondage nor grieve— See now, how it is blesseder, Brothers, to give than receive! Keep trust, wherefore we were made, Paying the debt that we owe; For a…
At two o’clock in the morning, if you open your window and listen, You will hear the feet of the Wind that is going to call the sun.And the trees in the shadow rustle and the trees in the moonlight…
Singer and tailor am I— Doubled the joys that I know— Proud of my lilt to the sky, Proud of the house that I sew—Over and under, so weave I my music–so weave I…
“What are the bugles blowin’ for?” said Files-on-Parade.“To turn you out, to turn you out”, the Colour-Sergeant said.“What makes you look so white, so white?” said Files-on-Parade.“I’m dreadin’ what I’ve got to watch”, the Colour-Sergeant said. For they’re hangin’ Danny…
It is always a temptation to an armed and agile nation To call upon a neighbour and to say: —“We invaded you last night–we are quite prepared to fight, Unless you pay us cash to go away.” And that is…
Long years ago, ere R—lls or R—ce Trebled the mileage man could cover;When Sh—nks’s Mare was H—bs—n’s Choice, And Bl—r—ot had not flown to Dover:When good hoteliers looked askance If any power save horse-flesh drew vans—‘Time was in easy, hand-made…
(Spring begins in southern England on the 14th April, on which date the Old Woman lets the Cuckoo out of her basket at Heathfield Fair — locally known as Heffle Cuckoo Fair.)Tell it to the locked-up trees,Cuckoo, bring your song…
As our mother the Frigate, bepainted and fine,Made play for her bully the Ship of the Line;So we, her bold daughters by iron and fire,Accost and decoy to our masters’ desire. Now, pray you, consider what toils we endure,Night-walking wet…