1. English

  • Further in Summer than the Birds

    Further in Summer than the Birds -

    Pathetic from the Grass -

    A minor Nation celebrates

    It's unobtrusive Mass.


    No Ordinance be seen -

    So gradual the Grace

    A gentle Custom it becomes -

    Enlarging Loneliness -


    Antiquest felt at Noon -

    When August is burning low...

  • Ganymede to His Eagle

  • The Garden of Proserpine

    Here, where the world is quiet,

        Here, where all trouble seems

    Dead winds' and spent waves' riot

        In doubtful dreams of dreams;

    I watch the green field growing

    For reaping folk and sowing,

    For harvest-time and mowing,

        A sleepy world of...

  • Garland for Queens, may be —

    Garland for Queens, may be —

    Laurels — for rare degree

    Of soul or sword.

    Ah — but remembering me —

    Ah — but remembering thee —

    Nature in chivalry —

    Nature in charity —

    Nature in equity —

    This Rose ordained!

  • The Geebung Polo Club



    It was somewhere up the country, in a land of rock and scrub,

    That they formed an institution called the Geebung Polo Club.

    They were long and wiry natives from the rugged mountain side,

    And the horse was never saddled that the Geebungs couldn't ride;

    But their style of playing polo was irregular and rash —
    ...

  • General Putnam

    GREAT Soul, and brave, 'tis good to think of thee,

    And with a filial reverence raise the veil

    From patriot valor, that ne'er sought of Fame

    Her clarion-payment.


                             See we not again,

    The unfinished furrow, the forsaken home,

    The flying steed, urg'd by thy sleepless heart...

  • Gilhooley's Estate

    Oh, Mr Gilhooley he turned up his toes,

    As most of you know, soon or late;

    And Jones was a lawyer, as everyone knows,

    So they took him to Gilhooley's Estate.


    Gilhooley in life had been living so free

    'Twas thought his possessions were great,

    So Jones, with a smile, says, "There's many a fee
    ...

  • Give little Anguish —

    Give little Anguish —

    Lives will fret —

    Give Avalanches —

    And they'll slant —

    Straighten — look cautious for their Breath —

    But make no syllable — like Death —

    Who only shows the Marble Disc —

    Sublimer sort — than Speech —

  • Give pensions to the Learned Pig

     
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    Give pensions to the Learned Pig

    Or the Hare playing on a Tabor

    Anglus can never see Perfection

    But in the Journeymans Labour

  • Glass was the Street — in tinsel Peril

    Glass was the Street — in tinsel Peril

    Tree and Traveller stood —

    Filled was the Air with merry venture

    Hearty with Boys the Road —


    Shot the lithe Sleds like shod vibrations

    Emphasized and gone

    It is the Past's supreme italic

    Makes this Present mean —