1. Wine And Water Old Noah he had an ostrich farm and fowls on the largest scale,
He ate his egg with a ladle in a egg-cup big as a pail.And the soup he took was Elephant Soup and the fish he took was Whale.
2. W. E. Gladstone Lift up your heads; in life, in death,
God knoweth his head was high;Quit we the coward's broken breath,
3. Vulgarised All round they murmur, ‘O profane,
Keep thy heart's secret hid as gold';But I, by God, would sooner be
17. The Wild Knight A dark manor-house shuttered and unlighted, outlined against a pale
sunset: in front a large, but neglected, garden. To the right, in theforeground, the porch of a chapel, with coloured windows lighted. Hymns
18. The Wife Of Flanders Low and brown barns, thatched and repatched and tattered,
Where I had seven sons until to-day,A little hill of hay your spur has scattered. . . .
19. The Unpardonable Sin I do not cry, beloved, neither curse.
Silence and strength, these two at least are good. He gave me sun and stars and ought He could,
20. The Two Women Lo! very fair is she who knows the ways
Of joy: in pleasure's mocking wisdom old,The eyes that might be cold to flattery, kind;
21. The Triumph Of Man I plod and peer amid mean sounds and shapes,
I hunt for dusty gain and dreary praise, And slowly pass the dismal grinning days,
22. The Towers Of Time Under what withering leprous light
The very grass as hair is grey,Grass in the cracks of the paven courts
23. The Sword Of Suprise Sunder me from my bones, O sword of God
Till they stand stark and strange as do the trees;That I whose heart goes up with the soaring woods
24. The Strange Music Other loves may sink and settle, other loves may loose and slack,
But I wander like a minstrel with a harp upon my back,Though the harp be on my bosom, though I finger and I fret,
31. The Skeleton Chattering finch and water-fly
Are not merrier than I;Here among the flowers I lie
32. The Shakespeare Memorial Lord Lilac thought it rather rotten
That Shakespeare should be quite forgotten,And therefore got on a Committee
33. The Secret People Smile at us, pay us, pass us; but do not quite forget.
For we are the people of England, that never have spoken yet.There is many a fat farmer that drinks less cheerfully,
34. The Rolling English Road Before the Roman came to Rye or out to Severn strode,
The rolling English drunkard made the rolling English road.A reeling road, a rolling road, that rambles round the shire,
35. The Road To Roundabout Some say that Guy of Warwick
The man that killed the Cow,And brake the mighty Boar alive
36. The Praise Of Dust ‘What of vile dust?' the preacher said.
Methought the whole world woke,The dead stone lived beneath my foot,
37. The Pessimist You that have snarled through the ages, take your answer and go-
I know your hoary question, the riddle that all men know.You have weighed the stars in a balance, and grasped the skies in a span:
38. The Outlaw Priest, is any song-bird stricken?
Is one leaf less on the tree?Is this wine less red and royal
39. The Old Song A livid sky on London
And like the iron steeds that rearA shock of engines halted
40. The New Omar A Book of verses underneath the bough,
Provided that the verses do not scan,A loaf of bread, a jug of wine and Thou,
41. The New Freethinker John Grubby who was short and stout
And troubled with religious doubt,Refused about the age of three
42. The New Fiction “Leave them alone”, we seem to hear Mr. Galsworthy say of his Young People.
-From a Review by Mr. Bettany
43. The Myth Of Arthur O learned man who never learned to learn,
Save to deduce, by timid steps and small,From towering smoke that fire can never burn
44. The Mirror Of Madmen I dreamed a dream of heaven, white as frost,
The splendid stillness of a living host;Vast choirs of upturned faces, line o'er line.
45. The Mariner The violet scent is sacred
Like dreams of angels bright;The hawthorn smells of passion
46. The Logical Vegetarian “Why shouldn't I have a purely vegetarian drink? Why
shouldn't I take vegetables in their highest form, so tospeak? The modest vegetarians ought to stick to wine or
47. The Last Masquerade A wan new garment of young green
Touched, as you turned your soft brown hair And in me surged the strangest prayer
48. The Last Hero The wind blew out from Bergen from the dawning to the day,
There was a wreck of trees and fall of towers a score of miles away,And drifted like a livid leaf I go before its tide,
49. The Lamp Post Laugh your best, O blazoned forests,
Me ye shall not shift or shameWith your beauty: here among you
50. The Human Tree Many have Earth's lovers been,
Tried in seas and wars, I ween;Yet the mightiest have I seen: