An' when the earth's as cauld's the mune An' a' its folk are lang syne deid,... On coontless stars the Babe maun cry An' the Crucified maun bleed.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
If the wild bowler thinks he bowls, Or if the batsman thinks he's bowled,... They know not, poor misguided souls, They, too, shall perish unconsoled.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
So gladly, from the songs of modern speech Men turn, and see the stars, and feel the free... Shrill wind beyond the close of heavy flowers, And through the music of the languid hours, They hear like ocean on a western beach The surge and thunder of the Odyssey.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Before me you are a slug in the sun. You are privy to a great becoming and you recognize nothing. You are an ant in the afterbirth.... It is in your nature to do one thing correctly: tremble.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
There was a young lady of Niger Who smiled as she rode on a Tiger;... They came back from the ride With the lady inside, And the smile on the face of the Tiger.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »