TO THE TRUE ROMANCE
Thy face is far from this our war,
FROM "MANY INVENTIONS".

THE FLOWERS
Buy my English posies!

THE LAST RHYME OF TRUE THOMAS
The king has called for priest and cup,

IN THE NEOLITHIC AGE
In the Neolithic Age savage warfare did I wage,

THE STORY OF UNG
Once, on a glittering ice-field, ages and ages ago,

THE THREE-DECKER
Full thirty foot she towered from waterline to rail,

AN AMERICAN
If the Led Striker call it a strike,

THE "MARY GLOSTER"
I've paid for your sickest fancies; I've humoured your crackedest whim,

SESTINA OF THE TRAMP-ROYAL
Speakin' in general, I 'ave tried 'em all,


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