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A Code of Morals

Lest you should think this story trueI merely mention IEvolved it lately. ‘Tis a mostUnmitigated misstatement. Now Jones had left his new-wed bride to keep his house in order,And hied away to the Hurrum Hills above the Afghan border,To sit…

The Coastwise Lights

Our brows are bound with spindrift and the weed is on our knees;Our loins are battered ‘neath us by the swinging, smoking seas.From reef and rock and skerry — over headland, ness, and voe —The Coastwise Lights of England watch…

The Clerks and the Bells

The merry clerks of Oxenford they stretch themselves at ease Unhelmeted on unbleached sward beneath unshrivelled trees. For the leaves, the leaves, are on the bough, the bark is on the bole,And East and West men’s housen stand all even-roofed…

“Cleared”

(In Memory of a Commission) Help for a patriot distressed, a spotless spirit hurt,Help for an honourable clan sore trampled in the dirt!From Queenstown Bay to Donegal, oh, listen to my song,The honourable gentlemen have suffered grievous wrong. Their noble…

The City of Sleep

Over the edge of the purple down,  Where the single lamplight gleams,Know ye the road to the Merciful Town  That is hard by the Sea of Dreams —Where the poor may lay their wrongs away,  And the sick may forget…

“The City of Brass”

“Here was a people whom after their worksthou shalt see wept over for their lost dominion:and in this palace is the last informationrespecting lords collected in the dust.” –                       …

“Cities and Thrones and Powers”

Cities and Thrones and Powers  Stand in Time’s eye,Almost as long as flowers,  Which daily die:But, as new buds put forth  To glad new men,Out of the spent and unconsidered Earth  The Cities rise again. This season’s Daffodil,  She never…

Christmas in India

Dim dawn behind the tamerisks — the sky is saffron-yellow —  As the women in the village grind the corn,And the parrots seek the riverside, each calling to his fellow  That the Day, the staring Easter Day, is born.   O…

Cholera Camp

We’ve got the cholerer in camp — it’s worse than forty fights; We’re dyin’ in the wilderness the same as Isrulites.It’s before us, an’ be’ind us, an’ we cannot get away, An’ the doctor’s just reported we’ve ten more to-day! Oh, strike…

Chil’s Song

These were my companions going forth by night –              (For Chil! Look you, for Chil!)Now come I to whistle them the ending of the fight.              (Chil! Vanguards of…