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  • A half-point Nor’ard from the West,
    61 lines
  • ‘The witches’ device for the equitable distribution
    of the liquor consisted in the construction
    92 lines
  • 1.  Statesmen and apothecaries,
        Poets, plumbers, antiquaries,
    27 lines
  • It’s not for us to understand
    How life on earth began to be,
    45 lines
  • Three times we heard it calling with a low,
        Insistent note; at ebb-tide on the noon;
    14 lines
  • To make a perfect fish menu,
    The witches found they had to place
    89 lines
  • 'What have you there?' the great Panjandrum said
    To the Master of the Revels who had led
    205 lines
  • Not since the time the sense of evil
    Caught our first parents by surprise,
    37 lines
  • A huge six footer,
    Eyes bay blue,
    28 lines
  • Now when, beneath the riotous drinking,
    The witches found the liquor sinking
    56 lines
  • Close to the dunnest hour of night,
    Sniffing the odour of the brew,
    10 lines
  •   The rust of hours,
      Through a year of days,
    20 lines
  • Comes not the springtime here,
        Though the snowdrop came,
    35 lines
  • Here is the pool, and there the waterfall;
    This is the bank; keep out of sight, and crawl
    31 lines
  • There is no silence upon the earth or under the earth like the silence
        under the sea;
    55 lines
  • Dawn from the Foretop! Dawn from the Barrel!
      A scurry of feet with a roar overhead;
    153 lines
  • According to the witches’ plan,
    All life whose blood did not run true
    19 lines
  • Now it was clear to every Shade
    That some great wonder was before them,
    121 lines, 1 comment
  • (After Gueudecourt)
    Break we the bread once more,
    15 lines

  • We gave them at the harbour every token—
    35 lines, 1 comment
  • It stole in on us like a foot-pad,
    Somewhere out of the sea and air,
    15 lines
  • Here the tides flow,
    And here they ebb;
    87 lines
  • Perched on a dead volcanic pile,
    Now charted as a submerged peak,
    96 lines
  • From stone to bronze, from bronze to steel
    Along the road-dust of the sun,
    23 lines
  •     HARLAND & WOLFF WORKS, BELFAST, MAY 31, 1911
        The hammers silent and the derricks still,
    1289 lines
  • It took the sea a thousand years,
    A thousand years to trace
    8 lines
  • For one carved instant as they flew,
    The language had no simile—
    15 lines, 5 comments
  • He seemed to know the harbour,
    So leisurely he swam;
    32 lines, 5 comments
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