Occupation: Poet Birth: March 26, 1859 Death: April 30, 1936
On Wenlock Edge the wood's in trouble;His forest fleece the Wrekin heaves;The wind it plies the saplings double, And thick on Severn snow the leaves..
Oh, 'tis jesting, dancing, drinking Spins the heavy world around..
Shoulder the sky, my lad, and drink your ale..
In every American there is an air of incorrigible innocence, which seems to conceal a diabolical cunning..
Lovers lying two and two Ask not whom they sleep beside, And the bridegroom all night through Never turns him to the bride..
Give me a land of boughs in leaf A land of trees that stand; Where trees are fallen there is grief; I love no leafless land..
Happy bridegroom, Hesper brings All desired and timely things. All whom morning sends to roam, Hesper loves to lead them home. Home return who him be….
The bells they sound on Bredon, And still the steeples hum. "Come all to church, good people"- Oh, noisy bells, be dumb; I hear you, I will come..
The mortal sickness of a mind too unhappy to be kind..
Now, of my threescore years and ten, Twenty will not come again..
His folly has not fellow Beneath the blue of day That gives to man or woman His heart and soul away..
Therefore, since the world has still Much good, but much less good than ill, And while the sun and moon endure Luck's a chance, but trouble's sure, I….
Terence, this is stupid stuff: You eat your victuals fast enough; There can't be much amiss, 'tis clear, To see the rate you drink your beer. But oh,….
Tell me not here, it needs not saying, What tune the enchantress plays In aftermaths of soft September Or under blanching mays, For she and I were lo….
Strapped, noosed, nighing his hour, He stood and counted them and cursed his luck; And then the clock collected in the tower Its strength, and struck..
Who made the world I cannot tell; 'Tis made, and here am I in hell. My hand, though now my knuckles bleed, I never soiled with such a deed..
Life, to be sure, is nothing much to lose, But young men think it is, and we were young..
They put arsenic in his meat And stared aghast to watch him eat; They poured strychnine in his cup And shook to see him drink it up..
This is for all ill-treated fellows Unborn and unbegot, For them to read when they're in trouble And I am not..
These, in the day when heaven was falling, The hour when earth's foundations fled, Followed their mercenary calling And took their wages and are dead….
Oh when I was in love with you, Then I was clean and brave, And miles around the wonder grew How well did I behave. And now the fancy passes ….