Often and often afterwards, the beloved Aunt would ask me why I had never told anyone how I was being treated. Children tell little more than animals, for what comes to them they accept as eternally established. |
Oh, Adam was a gardener, and God who made him sees That half a proper gardener's work is done upon his knees |
Oh, East is East, and West is West, and never the twain shall meet, Till Earth and Sky stand presently at God's great Judgment Seat; But there is neither East nor West, Border, nor Breed, nor Birth, When two strong men stand face to face, though they |
Oh, where are you going to, all you Big Steamers, / With England's own coal, up and down the salt seas? |
On the road to Mandalay, / Where the flyin'-fishes play, / An' the dawn comes up like thunder outer China 'crost the Bay! |
Our England is a garden, and such gardens are not made By singing - 'Oh how beautiful!' and sitting in the shade, While better men than we go out and start their working lives At grubbing weeds from gravel paths with broken dinner knives |
Pass the hat for your credit's sake, and pay- pay - pay! |
Payday came and with it beer |
Pleasant the snaffle of Courtship, improving the manners and carriage, But the colt who is wise will abstain from the terrible thorn-bit of marriage |
Politicians. Little Tin Gods on Wheels. |
Politics are not my concern . . . They impressed me as a dog's life without a dog's decencies. |
Power without responsibility - the prerogative of the harlot throughout the ages |
Predestination in the stride o' yon connectin'-rod. |
Prize, oh! Haul! shouted Dan, but the shout ended in a shrill, double shriek of horror, for out of the sea came - the body of the dead Frenchman buried two days before! The hook had caught him under the right armpit, and he swayed, erect and horrible, head and shoulders above water. |
Pull out, pull out on the Long Trail - the trail that is always new! |