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THE BALLAD OF THE "CLAMPHERDOWN"
It was our war-ship Clampher down,
THE BALLAD OF THE "BOLIVAR"
Seven men from all the world back to Docks again,
THE SACRIFICE OF ER-HEB
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THE CONUNDRUM OF THE WORKSHOPS.
When the flush of a new-born sun fell first on Eden's green and gold,
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Winds of the World, give answer! They are whimpering to and fro,
Help for a patriot distressed, a spotless spirit hurt,
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AN IMPERIAL RESCRIPT.
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Now this is the tale of the Council the German Kaiser decreed,
Now Tomlinson gave up the ghost in his house in Berkeley Square,
L'ENVOI TO "LIFE'S HANDICAP"
My new-cut ashlar takes the light,
There's a whisper down the field where the year has shot her yield,
Our brows are bound with spindrift and the weed is on our knees,
THE SONG OF THE DEAD
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Hear now the Song of the Dead-in the North by the torn berg-edges,
The wrecks dissolve above us; their dust drops down from afar
THE SONG OF THE SONS
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One from the ends of the earth-gifts at an open door-,
Truly ye come of The Blood; slower to bless than to ban,
Mine was the woman to me, darkling I found her,
Thus said The Lord in the Vault above the Cherubim,
Lord, Thou hast made this world below the shadow of a dream,
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The Liner she's a lady, an' she never looks nor 'eeds,
The fear was on the cattle, for the gale was on the sea,
Heh! Walk her round. Heave, ah heave her short again!
FROM "MANY INVENTIONS."
THE LAST RHYME OF TRUE THOMAS .
The king has called for priest and cup,
In the Neolithic Age savage warfare did I wage,
Once, on a glittering ice-field, ages and ages ago,
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Full thirty foot she towered from waterline to rail,
THE "MARY GLOSTER"
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I've paid for your sickest fancies; I've humoured your crackedest whim,
"BACK TO THE ARMY AGAIN"
I'm 'ere in a ticky ulster an' a broken billycock 'at,
March! The mud is cakin' good about our trousies,
As I was spitting into the Ditch aboard o' the Crocodile,
When the Waters were dried an' the Earth did appear,
It got beyond all orders an' it got beyond all 'ope,
"THE MEN THAT FOUGHT AT MINDEN"
The men that fought at Minden, they was rookies in their time,
CHOLERA CAMP
We've got the cholerer in camp—it's worse than forty fights,