King Mob as ever on mischief bent,In a land of freedom pitched his tent,In every capital round the world,His blood-stained banner King Mob unfurl’d.King Mob in civilization’s sight,Proclaimed his gospel of dynamiteFor one or other he laid his snare,“Invincible” here and “Nihilist” there. He came at last over land and sea,To the home of peace … Continue reading Poetry: King Mob!
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Poetry – “When the Frost is On the Pumpkin”
When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder's in the shock,And you hear the kyouck and gobble of the struttin' turkey-cock,And the clackin' of the guineys, and the cluckin' of the hens,And the rooster's hallylooyer as he tiptoes on the fence;O, it's then's the times a feller is a-feelin' at his best,With the … Continue reading Poetry – “When the Frost is On the Pumpkin”
Poetry – “Th’expense of Spirit in a Waste of Shame”
Th' expense of spirit in a waste of shameIs lust in action; and till action, lustIs perjured, murd'rous, bloody, full of blame,Savage, extreme, rude, cruel, not to trust,Enjoyed no sooner but despisèd straight,Past reason hunted; and, no sooner hadPast reason hated as a swallowed baitOn purpose laid to make the taker mad;Mad in pursuit and … Continue reading Poetry – “Th’expense of Spirit in a Waste of Shame”
Poetry – “Ode on the Death of the Duke of Wellington”
I. BURY the Great DukeWith an empire's lamentation,Let us bury the Great DukeTo the noise of the mourning of a mighty nation,Mourning when their leaders fall,Warriors carry the warrior's pall,And sorrow darkens hamlet and hall. II. Where shall we lay the man whom we deplore?Here, in streaming London's central roar.Let the sound of those he … Continue reading Poetry – “Ode on the Death of the Duke of Wellington”
Poetry-‘Abide With Me’
Abide with me; fast falls the eventide;The darkness deepens; Lord with me abide.When other helpers fail and comforts flee,Help of the helpless, O abide with me. Swift to its close ebbs out life's little day;Earth's joys grow dim; its glories pass away;Change and decay in all around I see;O Thou who changest not, abide with … Continue reading Poetry-‘Abide With Me’
Poetry – “The Tyger”
Tyger Tyger, burning bright, In the forests of the night; What immortal hand or eye, Could frame thy fearful symmetry? In what distant deeps or skies. Burnt the fire of thine eyes?On what wings dare he aspire?What the hand, dare seize the fire? And what shoulder, & what art,Could twist the sinews of thy heart?And when thy heart began … Continue reading Poetry – “The Tyger”
Poetry – “The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock
S’io credesse che mia risposta fosseA persona che mai tornasse al mondo,Questa fiamma staria senza piu scosse.Ma percioche giammai di questo fondoNon torno vivo alcun, s’i’odo il vero,Senza tema d’infamia ti rispondo. Let us go then, you and I,When the evening is spread out against the skyLike a patient etherized upon a table;Let us go, … Continue reading Poetry – “The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock
Poetry – “The Law of the Jungle”
Now this is the Law of the Jungle – as old and as true as the sky;And the Wolf that shall keep it may prosper, but the Wolf that shall break it must die. As the creeper that girdles the tree-trunk the Law runneth forward and back--For the strength of the Pack is the Wolf, … Continue reading Poetry – “The Law of the Jungle”
Poetry: “Macavity: The Mystery Cat”
Macavity’s a Mystery Cat: he’s called the Hidden Paw—For he’s the master criminal who can defy the Law.He’s the bafflement of Scotland Yard, the Flying Squad’s despair:For when they reach the scene of crime—Macavity’s not there! Macavity, Macavity, there’s no one like Macavity,He’s broken every human law, he breaks the law of gravity.His powers of … Continue reading Poetry: “Macavity: The Mystery Cat”
Poetry: “The Last of the Light Brigade”
There were thirty million English who talked of England's might, There were twenty broken troopers who lacked a bed for the night. They had neither food nor money, they had neither service nor trade; They were only shiftless soldiers, the last of the Light Brigade. They felt that life was fleeting; they knew not that … Continue reading Poetry: “The Last of the Light Brigade”
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