WHEN 'OMER SMOTE 'IS BLOOMIN' LYRE When 'Omer smote 'is bloomin' lyre, The market-girls an' fishermen, The shepherds an' the sailors, too, They knew 'e stole; 'e knew they knowed. An' 'e winked back-the same as us! THE END Abdhur Rahman, the Durani Chief, of him is the story told. 333 279 About the time that taverns shut Across a world where all men grieve After the burial-parties leave 725 446 365 After the sack of the City when Rome was sunk to a name 712 "And some are sulky, while some will plunge. And they were stronger hands than mine As Adam lay a-dreaming beneath the Apple Tree "'As anybody seen Bill 'Awkins?" 574 700 738 504 As I left the Halls at Lumley, rose the vision of a comely As I was spittin' into the Ditch aboard the Crocodile, As our mother the Frigate, bepainted and fine, 59 492 161 At two o'clock in the morning, if you open your window and listen, Beneath the deep verandah's shade, Between the waving tufts of jungle-grass, Beyond the path of the outmost sun through utter darkness hurled- Boanerges Blitzen, servant of the Queen, . Boh Da Thone was a warrior bold: Brethren, how shall it fare with me Broke to every known mischance, lifted over all Buy my English posies! .. By the Hoof of the Wild Goat uptossed By the Laws of the Family Circle 'tis written in letters of brass By the old Moulmein Pagoda, lookin' eastward to the sea,. China-going P. and O.'s Cities and Thrones and Powers, Concerning brave Captains. PAGE 634 95 571 19 283 376 335 216 690 15 476 75 673 554 Cry "Murder" in the market-place, and each Dark children of the mere and marsh, Dawn off the Foreland-the young flood making Delilah Aberyswith was a lady-not too young- Dim dawn behind the tamarisks-the sky is saffron-yellow- Duly with knees that feign to quake- 'E was warned agin 'er- Eddi, priest of St. Wilfrid England's on the anvil-hear the hammers ring- Er-Heb beyond the Hills of Ao-Safai Ere Mor the Peacock flutters, ere the Monkey People cry,. Ere the steamer bore him Eastward, Sleary was engaged to marry 771 573 635 693 7 61 359 509 581 748 302 683 12 631 697 34 194 639 429 401 680 378 For all we have and are, For our white and our excellent nights-for the nights of swift running, 707 Full thirty foot she towered from waterline to rail. God of our fathers, known of old, God rest you, peaceful gentlemen, let nothing you dismay,. Harry, our King in England, from London town is gone, He drank strong waters and his speech was coarse; Hear now the Song of the Dead-in the North by the torn berg-edges— Her hand was still on her sword-hilt, the spur was still on her heel, Here is a horse to tame "Here is nothing new nor aught unproven," say the Trumpets, Here, where my fresh-turned furrows run, His spots are the joy of the Leopard: his horns are the Buffalo's pride. 705 "How far is St. Helena from a little child at play?" How shall she know the worship we would do her? "How sweet is the shepherd's sweet life! . Hurree Chunder Mookerjee, pride of Bow Bazaar, 596 52 39 17 554 I am the land of their fathers. . I am the Most Wise Baviaan, saying in most wise tones, I ate my fill of a whale that died. I closed and drew for my love's sake I do not look for holy saints to guide me on my way, I do not love my Empire's foes, I followed my Duke ere I was a lover, I go to concert, party, ball—. I had seen, as dawn was breaking . I have been given my charge to keep- I have eaten your bread and salt. I have made for you a song,. I keep six honest serving-men I know not in whose hands are laid I met my mates in the morning (and oh, but I am old!) I see the grass shake in the sun for leagues on either hand, I sent a message to my dear- . I tell this tale, which is strictly true,. I will let loose against you the fleet-footed vines- I will remember what I was, I am sick of rope and chain- I wish my mother could see me now, with a fence-post under my arm, 527 I was Lord of Cities very sumptuously builded. . 660 I was the staunchest of our fleet I was very well pleased with what I knowed, I went into a public-'ouse to get a pint o' beer,. I'm just in love with these three, I've never sailed the Amazon, I've a head like a concertina, I've a tongue like a button-stick, I've paid for your sickest fancies; I've humoured your crackedest whim- . I've taken my fun where I've found it; If any God should say If down here I chance to die, "If I have taken the common clay If I were hanged on the highest hill, If it be pleasant to look on, stalled in the packed serai, If the Led Striker call it a strike, If thought can reach to Heaven, If you can keep your head when all about you If you stop to find out what your wages will be PAGE 453 487 558 460 672 147 502 649 35 701 68 210 658 759 If you wake at midnight, and hear a horse's feet, If you're off to Philadelphia in the morning, If you've ever stole a pheasant-egg be'ind the keeper's back, In a land that the sand overlays-the ways to her gates are untrod- In extended observation of the ways and works of man, In Lowestoft a boat was laid, In the days of lace-ruffles, perukes and brocade . In the daytime, when she moved about me, In the name of the Empress of India, make way, It is always a temptation to an armed and agile nation, It was not part of their blood, It was our war-ship Clampherdown It's forty in the shade to-day the spouting eaves declare; Land of our Birth, we pledge to thee Legate, I had the news last night-my cohort ordered home |