(Wordsworth)
#English #Victorians #XIXCentury #XXCentury
Twenty bridges from Tower to Kew Wanted to know what the River kne… For they were young and the Thame… And this is the tale that the Riv… “I walk my beat before London Tow…
OH, glorious are the guarded heig… Where guardian souls abide— Self—exiled from our gross delight… Above, beyond, outside: An ampler arc their spirit swings—
THE ROAD to En—dor is easy to… For Mother or yearning Wife. There, it is sure, we shall meet o… As they were even in life. Earth has not dreamed of the bless…
Now this is the next tale, and it tells how the Camel got his big hump. In the beginning of years, when the world was so new and all, and the Animals were just beginning to work for Ma...
WHERE run your colts at pasture? There hide your mares to breed? ’Mid bergs about the Ice—cap Or wove Sargasso weed; By chartless reef and channel,
ROSES red and roses white Plucked I for my love’s delight. She would none of all my posies— Bade me gather her blue roses. Half the world I wandered through…
'LESS you want your toes trod of… For the bullocks are walking two b… The byles are walking two by two, And the elephants bring the guns. Ho! Yuss!
Ah! What avails the classic bent And what the cultured word, Against the undoctored incident That actually occurred? And what is Art whereto we press
HEAR and attend and listen; for this befell and behappened and became and was, O my Best Beloved, when the Tame animals were wild. The Dog was wild, and the Horse was wild, and the Cow ...
THE careful text—books measure (Let all who build beware!) The load, the shock, the pressure Material can bear. So, when the buckled girder
Moralists we, From over the sea, From the land where philosophers p… From the land that produced no Ka… But many Cants with a C.
“GAY go up and gay go down To ring the Bells of London Town… When London Town’s asleep in bed You’ll hear the Bells ring overhe… In excelsis gloria!
CAIN and Abel were brothers born… (Koop—la! Come along, cows!) One raised cattle and one raised c… (Koop—la! Come along! Co—hoe!) And Cain he farmed by the river—s…
The ’buses run to Battersea, The ’buses run to Bow The ’buses run to Westbourne Grov… And Nottinghill also; But I am sick of London town
This is the ballad of Boh Da Tho… Erst a Pretender to Theebaw’s thr… Who harried the district of Alalo… How he met with his fate and the… At the hand of Harendra Mukerji,