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Eastman, Max - Diogenes Print E-mail

Max Eastman (1883-1969)


A hut, and a tree, 
And a hill for me, 
And a piece of a weedy meadow.
I’ll ask no thing, 
Of God or king,
But to clear away his shadow.

Wheelock, John Hall - Alone Print E-mail

John Hall Wheelock (1886-1978)


Ah, never in all my life 
Have I ever fled away 
From the loneliness that follows 
My spirit night and day! 
Though I fly to the dearest face,   
It follows without rest— 
To the kind heart of love, 
And the belovèd breast. 
Though I walk amid the crowd, 
Still I walk apart;
Alone, alone I lie 
Even at the loved one’s heart.

Dudley, Helen - Song Print E-mail

Helen Dudley


A few more windy days 
Must come and go their ways, 
And we will walk 
My love and I 
Beneath the amber-dripping boughs.   
Then on the stars we’ll tread, 
On purple stars and red, 
And wonder why 
The while we talk 
Men sing so much of broken vows.

Synge, JM - Is it a Month Print E-mail

JM Synge (1807 - 1909) 

Is it a Month

Is it a month since I and you
In the starlight of Glen Dubh
Stretched beneath a hazel bough
Kissed from ear and throat to brow,
Since your fingers, neck, and chin
Made the bars that fenced me in,
Till Paradise seemed but a wreck
Near your bosom, brow, and neck
And stars grew wilder, growing wise,
In the splendor of your eyes!
Since the weasel wandered near
Whilst we kissed from ear to ear
And the wet and withered leaves
Blew about your cap and sleeves,
Till the moon sank tired through the ledge
Of the wet and windy hedge?
And we took the starry lane
Back to Dublin town again.

Anon - Marching through Sudan Print E-mail


Marching through Sudan

Bring the good old bugle boys! We’ll sing another song
Sing it with a spirit that will start the world along,
Sing it as we used to sing it twenty-two thousand strong,
While we were marching through Kerreri
Hurrah! Hurrah! We bring the jubilee!
Hurrah! Hurrah! The flag that makes you free,
So we sang the chorus from Wadi Halfa to the sea,
While we were marching through Kerreri.

How the darkies shouted when they heard the joyful sound!
How the turkeys gobbled which our commissary found!
How the sweet potatoes even started from the ground!
While we were marching through Kerreri.
Hurrah! etc.

Not exactly PC but think of it in the context of the time.

Prob. refers to the 1898 Sudanese expedition led by Kitchener, who was sent with 8,200 British and 17,600 Egyptian and Sudanese soldiers to reassert the Egyptian claim over the Sudan.  This substantially outnumbererd force utterly defeated the Madhist Sudanese for very little loss. 


Yeats, WB - The Fish Print E-mail

WB Yeats

The Fish

Although you hide in the ebb and flow
Of the pale tide when the moon has set,
The people of coming days will know
About the casting out of my net,
And how you have leaped times out of mind
Over the little silver cords,
And think that you were hard and unkind,
And blame you with many bitter words.

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