[1914-18] (‘The Honours of War’ – A Diversity of Creatures) These were our children who died for our lands; they were dear in our sight. We have only the memory…

I went into a public-‘ouse to get a pint o’ beer, The publican ‘e up an’ sez, ‘We serve no red-coats here.’ The girls be’ind the bar they laughed an’…

‘What are the bugles blowin’ for?’ said Files-on-Parade. ‘To turn you out, to turn you out,’ the Colour-Sergeant said. ‘What makes you look so white, so white?’ said Files-on-Parade. ‘I’m…

As I pass through my incarnations in every age and race, I make my proper prostrations to the Gods of the Market-Place. Peering through reverent fingers I watch them flourish…

God of our fathers, known of old, Lord of our far-flung battle-line, Beneath whose awful Hand we hold Dominion over palm and pine — Lord God of Hosts, be with…

When Earth’s last picture is painted And the tubes are twisted and dried, When the oldest colours have faded And the youngest critic has died, We shall rest, and, faith,…

The Celt in all his variants from Builth to Ballyhoo, His mental processes are plain – one knows what he will do, And can logically predicate his finish by his…

“These were never your true love’s eyes. Why do you feign that you love them? You that broke from their constancies, And the wide calm brows above them! This was…

I’ve taken my fun where I’ve found it; I’ve rogued an’ I’ve ranged in my time; I’ve ‘ad my pickin’ o’ sweet’earts, An’ four o’ the lot was prime. One…

When the flush of a new-born sun fell first on Eden’s green and gold, Our father Adam sat under the Tree and scratched with a stick in the mould; And…

If I have given you delight By aught that I have done, Let me lie quiet in that night Which shall be yours anon: And for the little, little, span…