Emotions and Feelings

The liberals can understand everything but people who don’t understand them.

Gr-r-r—there go, my heart’s abhorrence!

Gr-r-r—there go, my heart’s abhorrence!

Grow old along with me!

I was ever a fighter, so—one fight more,

That moment she was mine, mine, fair, Perfectly pure and good.

Never the time and the place

We that had loved him so, followed him, honoured him,

Never glad confident morning again!

‘You’re wounded!’ ‘Nay,’ the soldier’s pride

‘You’re wounded!’ ‘Nay,’ the soldier’s pride

Just for a handful of silver he left us,

Open my heart and you will see

How sad and bad and mad it was—

How sad and bad and mad it was—

Dauntless the slug-horn to my lips I set,

One who never turned his back but marched breast forward,

One who never turned his back but marched breast forward,

Smiles, tears, of all my life!—and if God choose,

Abortions will not let you forget.

Stands the Church clock at ten to three?

But, dying, has made us rarer gifts than gold.

There’s none of these so lonely and poor of old,

Be a governess! Better be a slave at once!