1915

""Come, surly fellow, come!    A song!"          What, madmen?    Sing to you?      Choose from the clouded tales of wrong          And terror"

"And have we done with War at last?     Well, we've been lucky devils both,     And there's no need of pledge or oath     To bind our lovely fri"

"Father is quite the greatest poet     That ever lived anywhere.     You say you're going to write great music,     I chose that first: it's un"

"Restless and hot two children lay          Plagued with uneasy dreams,      Each wandered lonely through false day          A twilight torn"

"(In Four Books.) With eager search to dart the soul, Curiously vain, from pole to pole, And from the planets' wandering spheres To extort the number o"

"POETS, like lawful monarchs, ruled the stage, Till critics, like damn'd Whigs, debauch'd our age. Mark how they jump: critics would regulate Our theat"