Songs of Action

Коллекция текстов · poetry

The Song of the Bow · Cremona · The Storming Party
The Song of the Bow What of the bow? The bow was made in England: Of true wood, of yew-wood, The wood of English bows; So men who are free…
The Frontier Line · Corporal Dick’s Promotion — A Ballad of ’82 · A Forgotten Tale
The Frontier Line What marks the frontier line? Thou man of India, say! Is it the Himalayas sheer, The rocks and valleys of Cashmere, Or In…
Pennarby Mine · A Rover Chanty · A Ballad of the Ranks
Pennarby Mine Pennarby shaft is dark and steep, Eight foot wide, eight hundred deep. Stout the bucket and tough the cord, Strong as the arm…
A Lay of the Links · The Dying Whip · Master
A Lay of the Links It’s up and away from our work to-day, For the breeze sweeps over the down; And it’s hey for a game where the gorse blos…
H.M.S. ‘Foudroyant’
\Being an humble address to Her Majesty’s Naval advisers, who sold Nelson’s old flagship to the Germans for a thousand pounds.\ Who says th…
The Farnshire Cup
Christopher Davis was up upon Mavis And Sammy MacGregor on Flo, Jo Chauncy rode Spider, the rankest outsider, But he’d make a wooden horse…
The Groom’s Story · With the Chiddingfolds · A Hunting Morning
The Groom’s Story Ten mile in twenty minutes! ’E done it, sir. That’s true. The big bay ’orse in the further stall—the one wot’s next to yo…
The Old Gray Fox · ’Ware Holes · The Home-Coming of the ‘Eurydice’
The Old Gray Fox We started from the Valley Pride, And Farnham way we went. We waited at the cover-side, But never found a scent. Then we t…
The Inner Room · The Irish Colonel · The Blind Archer
The Inner Room It is mine—the little chamber, Mine alone. I had it from my forbears Years agone. Yet within its walls I see A most motley c…
A Parable · A Tragedy · The Passing
A Parable The cheese-mites asked how the cheese got there, And warmly debated the matter; The Orthodox said that it came from the air, And…
The Franklin’s Maid — (From ‘The White Company’) · The Old Huntsman
The Franklin’s Maid — (From ‘The White Company’) The franklin he hath gone to roam, The franklin’s maid she bides at home; But she is cold,…