Double Ballade On The Nothingness Of Things
The big teetotum twirls,
And epochs wax and wane As chance subsides or swirls;
But of the loss and gain The sum is always plain
Read on the mighty pall,
The big teetotum twirls,
And epochs wax and wane As chance subsides or swirls;
But of the loss and gain The sum is always plain
Read on the mighty pall,
His beat lies knee-high through a dust of story— A dust of terror and torture, grief and crime;
Ghosts that are England's wonder, and shame, and glory Throng where he walks, an antic of old time;
A sense of long immedicable tears Were ev...
Bring her again,
O western wind, Over the western sea
Gentle and good and fair and kind, Bring her again to me
Not that her fancy holds me dear, Not that a hope may be:
He's called The General from the brazen craft And dash with which he sneaks a bit of road And all its fares; challenged, or chafed, or chaffed,
Back-answers of the newest he'll explode;
He reins his horses with an air; he treats With sco...
Two and thirty is the ploughman
He's a man of gallant inches,
And his hair is close and curly,
And his beard;
There's never a delicate nurseling of the year But our huge London hails it, and delights To wear it on her breast or at her ear,
Her days to colour and make sweet her nights
Crocus and daffodil and violet,
Pink, primrose, valley-li...
Beside the idle summer sea,
And in the vacant summer days,
Light Love came fluting down the ways,
Where you were loitering with me
In Rotten Row a cigaretteI sat and smoked, with no
For all the tumult that had been
The distances were still and green,
And streaked with shadows cool and wet
Laughs the happy April
Thro' my grimy, little window,
And a shaft of sunshine
Thro' the shadows in the square
Between the dusk of a summer night And the dawn of a summer day, We caught at a mood as it passed in flight, And we bade it stoop and stay
And what with the dawn of night began With the dusk of day was done; For that is the way of woman and m...
Carry me
Into the wind and the sunshine,
Into the beautiful world
O, the wonder, the spell of the streets
O, the fun, the fun and
That The Wind that Shakes the
Scatters through a
Tickled with artistic fingers