So here’s your Empire. No more wine, then? Good. We’ll …
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Old Mother Laidinwool
Old Mother Laidinwool had nigh twelve months been dead. She …
Read Poem »Old Fighting-Men
All the world over, nursing their scars, Sit the old …
Read Poem »Norman and Saxon
My son,” said the Norman Baron, “I am dying, and …
Read Poem »Neighbours
The man that is open of heart to his neighbour, …
Read Poem »Natural Theology
Primitive I ate my fill of a whale that died …
Read Poem »My Rival
I go to concert, party, ball — What profit is …
Read Poem »My Lady’s Law
The Law whereby my lady moves Was never Law to …
Read Poem »My Father’s Chair
There are four good legs to my Father’s Chair– Priests …
Read Poem »My Boy Jack
‘Have you news of my boy Jack?’ Not this tide. …
Read Poem »Municipal
“Why is my District death-rate low?” Said Binks of Hezabad. …
Read Poem »Mulholland’s Contract
The fear was on the cattle, for the gale was …
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