The Whale that wanders round the… Is not a table fish. You cannot bake or boil him whole Nor serve him in a dish; But you may cut his blubber up
Some years ago you heard me sing My doubts on Alexander Byng. His sister Sarah now inspires My jaded Muse, my failing fires. Of Sarah Byng the tale is told
I will not try to reach again, I will not set my sail alone, To moor a boat bereft of men At Yarnton’s tiny docks of stone. But I will sit beside the fire,
Remote and ineffectual Don That dared attack my Chesterton, With that poor weapon, half-impell… Unlearnt, unsteady, hardly held, Unworthy for a tilt with men—
It freezes– all across a soundless… The birds go home. The governing… The steadfast dark that waits not… The ultimate dark wherein the race… Death, with his evil finger to his…
When I am dead, I hope it may be… ‘His sins were scarlet, but his bo…
Towards the evening of her splendi… Those who are little children now… (Finding this verse),'Who wrote i… And Juliet answer gently, ‘I forg…
In woods so long time bare Cuckoo! Up and in the wood, I know not wh… Two notes fall. Yet I do not envy him at all
Rhinoceros, your hide looks all un… You do not take my fancy in the le… You have a horn where other brutes… Rhinoceros, you are an ugly beast.
Here lies a Dog.- may every Dog t… Lie in security - as this Dog lie…
It was my shame, and now it is my… That I have loved you rather more…
Three Graces; and the mother were… But for profounder meaning in her…
It happened to Lord Lundy then, As happens to so many men: Towards the age of twenty-six, They shoved him into politics; In which profession he commanded
And is it True? It is not True. And if it were it wouldn’t do, For people such as me and you Who pretty nearly all day long Are doing something rather wrong.
Of Courtesy, it is much less Than Courage of Heart or Holines… Yet in my Walks it seems to me That the Grace of God is in Cour… On Monks I did in Storrington fa…
