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.
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,
The Vulture eats between his meal… And that’s the reason why He very, very, rarely feels As well as you and I. His eye is dull, his head is bald,
During a late election Lord Roehampton strained a vocal chord From shouting, very loud and high, To lots and lots of people why The Budget in his own opin–
Who was cursed with the Sin of Pr… Godolphin Horne was Nobly Born; He held the Human Race in Scorn, And lived with all his Sisters wh… His father lived, in Berkeley Squ…
Who was too Freely Moved to Tear… Lord Lundy from his earliest year… Was far too freely moved to Tears… For instance if his Mother said, “Lundy! It’s time to go to Bed!”
Of all the gods that gave me all t… To-day there deigns to walk with m… I lead him by the hand and tell hi… It is the Queen of Cyprus’ little…
To-night in million-voiced London… Was lonely as the million-pointed… Until your single voice. Ah! So t… Peoples all heaven, although he be…
As a friend to the children commen… You will find it exactly the thing… It will carry and fetch, you can r… Or lead it about with a string. The Tartar who dwells on the plai…
The stranger warmth of the young s… Look! little beads of green begin… And hidden flowers have dated thei… Where late such droughty dusts wer… It’s not the month, but all the wo…
I said to Heart, ‘How goes it?’… ‘Right as a Ribstone Pippin!’ Bu…
The north-cast wind has come from… Roaring he came above the white wa… The foam of the loud sea was on hi… And all his hair was salt with fal… Over the keen light of northern da…
Of three in One and One in three My narrow mind would doubting be Till Beauty, Grace and Kindness… And all at once were Juliet.
Look, how those steep woods on the… Burn, burn against the sunset; now… Invades our very noon: the year’s… Mornings are dark, and evenings co… The vines below have lost their pu…
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…
