Old Noah he had an ostrich farm and fowls on the largest scale, He ate his egg with a ladle in an egg-cup big as a pail, And the soup he t...

In the city set upon slime and loam They cry in their parliament "Who goes home?" And there comes no answer in arch or dome, For...

If I had been a Heathen, I'd have praised the purple vine, My slaves should dig the vineyards, And I would drink the wine; But Hig...

The Druids waved their golden knives And danced around the Oak When they had sacrificed a man; But though the learned search and scan, ...

Feast on wine or fast on water, And your honour shall stand sure, God Almighty's son and daughter He the valiant, she the pure; If an ...

They haven't got no noses, The fallen sons of Eve; Even the smell of roses Is not what they supposes; But more than mind discloses And...

The song of the sorrow of Melisande is a weary song and a dreary song, The glory of Mariana's grange had got into great decay, The s...

God made the wicked Grocer For a mystery and a sign, That men might shun the awful shops And go to inns to dine; Where the bacon's on ...

"The Saracen's Head" looks down the lane,  Where we shall never drink wine again,  For the wicked old women who feel wel...

Before the Roman came to Rye or out to Severn strode,  The rolling English drunkard made the rolling English road.  A reeling road, a ...

Some say that Guy of Warwick, The man that killed the Cow And brake the mighty Boar alive Beyond the Bridge at Slough; Went up against a L...

"Why shouldn't I have a purely vegetarian drink? Why shouldn't I take vegetables in their highest form, so to speak? The mode...

Mr. Mandragon, the Millionaire, he wouldn't have wine or wife, He couldn't endure complexity: he lived the Simple Life. He ordered...

St. George he was for England, And before he killed the dragon He drank a pint of English ale Out of an English flagon. For though he fast...

Of great limbs gone to chaos, A great face turned to night-- Why bend above a shapeless shroud Seeking in such archaic cloud Sight...

Nebuchadnezzar the King of the Jews Suffered from new and original views, He crawled on his hands and knees, it's said, With grass in ...

I come from Castlepatrick, and me heart is on me sleeve, And any sword or pistol boy can hit it with me leave,  As naked as me ancestors...

They spoke of Progress spiring round, Of light and Mrs Humphrey Ward-- It is not true to say I frowned, Or ran about the room and ro...

Horatio Herbert Kitchener was Irish by birth but English by extraction, being born in County Kerry, the son of an English colonel. The fan...

INTRODUCTION. THE FACTS OF THE CASE. Unless we are all mad, there is at the back of the most bewildering business a story: and if ...