"A land without ruins is a land without memories --a land without memories is a land without history.A land that wears a laurel crown may be fair to see;but twine a few sad cypress leaves around the brow of any land,and be that land barren, beautiless and bleak, it becomes lovelyin its consecrated coronet of … Continue reading Poem – “A Land Without Ruins”
Poetry
Poem – “Jabberwocky”
’Twas brillig, and the slithy tovesDid gyre and gimble in the wade;All mimsy were the borogoves,And the mome raths outgrabe. "Beware the Jabberwock, my son!The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!Beware the Jubjub bird, and shunThe frumious Bandersnatch!" He took his vorpal sword in hand:Long time the manxome foe he sought—So rested he by … Continue reading Poem – “Jabberwocky”
Poem – “Sonnet 30”
When to the sessions of sweet silent thoughtI summon up remembrance of things past,I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought,And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste:Then can I drown an eye, unus'd to flow,For precious friends hid in death's dateless night,And weep afresh love's long since cancell'd woe,And moan … Continue reading Poem – “Sonnet 30”
Poem – “Brown Bess”
In the days of lace-ruffles, perukes and brocadeBrown Bess was a partner whom none could despise –An out-spoken, flinty-lipped, brazen-faced jade,With a habit of looking men straight in the eyes –At Blenheim and Ramillies fops would confessThey were pierced to the heart by the charms of Brown Bess. Though her sight was not long and … Continue reading Poem – “Brown Bess”
Poem – From “An Essay on Man: Epistle 1”
Say first, of God above, or man below,What can we reason but from what we know?Of man what see we, but his station here,From which to reason, or to which refer?Thro' worlds unnumber'd, tho' the God be known,'Tis ours to trace him only in our own.He, who thro' vast immensity can pierce,See worlds on worlds … Continue reading Poem – From “An Essay on Man: Epistle 1”
Poem – “CSA”
Do we weep for the heroes who died for us,Who living were true and tried for us,And dying sleep side by side for us; The Martyr-band That hallowed our landWith the blood they shed in a tide for us? Ah! fearless on many a day for usThey stood in front of the fray for us,And held the … Continue reading Poem – “CSA”
Poem – “Character of the Happy Warrior”
Who is the happy Warrior? Who is heThat every man in arms should wish to be?—It is the generous Spirit, who, when broughtAmong the tasks of real life, hath wroughtUpon the plan that pleased his boyish thought:Whose high endeavours are an inward lightThat makes the path before him always bright;Who, with a natural instinct to … Continue reading Poem – “Character of the Happy Warrior”
Poem – “The Truce of the Bear”
Yearly, with tent and rifle, our careless white men goBy the Pass called Muttianee, to shoot in the vale below.Yearly by Muttianee he follows our white men in—Matun, the old blind beggar, bandaged from brow to chin. Eyeless, noseless, and lipless - toothless, broken of speech,Seeking a dole at the doorway he mumbles his tale … Continue reading Poem – “The Truce of the Bear”
Poem – The Prayer of the Proud in Purgatory
Our Father in Heaven, not by Heaven boundedBut there indwelling for the greater loveThou bear'st Thy first works in the realm first-founded, Hallowed be Thy name, hallowed Thy PowerBy every creature as its nature grants itTo praise Thy quickening breath in its brief hour. Let come to us the sweet peace of Thy reign,For if … Continue reading Poem – The Prayer of the Proud in Purgatory
Poem – “The Hollow Men”
Mistah Kurtz-he dead A penny for the Old Guy I We are the hollow men We are the stuffed men Leaning together Headpiece filled with straw. Alas! Our dried voices, when We whisper … Continue reading Poem – “The Hollow Men”
Serpent's Den 