There can be no other occupation like gardening in which, if you were to creep up behind someone at their work, you would find them smiling. |
There lived a Parsee from whose hat the rays of the sun were reflected in more-than-oriental splendour. |
There rise her timeless capitals of empires daily born, whose plinths are laid at midnight and whose streets are packed at morn; and here come tired youths and maids that feign to love or sin in tones like rusty razor blades to tunes like smitten tin. |
There's a little red-faced man, / Which is Bobs. / Rides the tallest 'orse 'e can - / Our Bobs. |
There's a whisper down the field where the year has shot her yield, / And the ricks stand grey to the sun, / Singing: - `Over then, come over, for the bee has quit the clover, / And your English summer's done'. |
There's times when you'll think that you mightn't, / There's times when you know that you might; / But the things you will learn from the Yellow and Brown, / They'll 'elp you a lot with the White! |
They copied all they could follow but they couldn't copy my mind so I left them sweating and stealing a year and a half behind |
They know the worthy General as `that most immoral man'. |
They shut the road through the woods / Seventy years ago. |
This our fathers bought for us, long and long ago |
Tho' I walks with fifty 'ousemaids outer Chelsea to the Strand, / An' they talks a lot o' lovin', but wot do they understand? |
Through the Jungle very softly flits a shadow and a sigh - / He is Fear, O Little Hunter, he is Fear! |
Till the Devil whispered behind the leaves, / `It's pretty, but is it Art?' |
To the legion of the lost ones, to the cohort of the damned. |
Too much work and too much energy kill a man just as effectively as too much assorted vice or too much drink |