When fishes flew and forests walked
And figs grew upon thorn,
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The sun was black with judgment, and the moon
Blood: but between
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To J.S.M.
The wine they drink in Paradise
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Before the Roman came to Rye or out to Severn strode,
The rolling English drunkard made the rolling English road.
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This much, O heaven—if I should brood or rave,
Pity me not; but let the world be fed,
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Sunder me from my bones, O sword of God
Till they stand stark and strange as do the trees;
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White founts falling in the courts of the sun,
And the Soldan of Byzantium is smiling as they run;
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The Christ-child lay on Mary's lap,
His hair was like a light.
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Are they clinging to their crosses,
F. E. Smith,
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I do not cry, beloved, neither curse.
Silence and strength, these two at least are good.
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The gallows in my garden, people say,
Is new and neat and adequately tall;
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Feast on wine or fast on water
And your honour shall stand sure,
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A livid sky on London
And like the iron steeds that rear
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After one moment when I bowed my head
And the whole world turned over and came upright,
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If I had been a Heathen,
I'd have praised the purple vine,
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It is something to have wept as we have wept,
It is something to have done as we have done,
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There is heard a hymn when the panes are dim,
And never before or again,
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O God of earth and altar,
Bow down and hear our cry,
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One in thy thousand statues we salute thee
On all thy thousand thrones acclaim and claim
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There is one sin: to call a green leaf gray,
Whereat the sun in heaven shuddereth.
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The Devil is a gentleman, and asks you down to stay
At his little place at What'sitsname (it isn't far away).
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God made the wicked Grocer
For a mystery and a sign,
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You whom the kings saluted; who refused not
The one great pleasure of ignoble days,
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Though giant rains put out the sun,
Here stand I for a sign.
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The Rev. Isaiah Bunter has disappeared into the interior of the Solomon Islands, and it is feared that he may have been devoured by the natives, as there has be
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The Druids waved their golden knives
And danced around the Oak
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A Book of verses underneath the bough,
Provided that the verses do not scan,
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There fared a mother driven forth
Out of an inn to roam;
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Impetuously I sprang from bed,
Long before lunch was up,
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O learned man who never learned to learn,
Save to deduce, by timid steps and small,
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