Bread and Circuses

O thou who ’neath the umbrageous trees That line the Avenue Louise Did’st spread in Belgian sun and breeze Thy buds about, I come to weep thy destinies My Brussels Sprout:

With a full house of other folks I pass the night at Sevenoaks; And, for the air is still outside, Push the new-painted lattice wide Where night’s blue decent quilt is drawn Ove...

Behind a press of folk We knelt and no one spoke, Our Lady in her cloak Made not less noise, With folded fingers, than Each silent kneeling man, And sweet small girls who can Be...

Of the verses contained in this book, the greater part have already appeared, notably in the _Westminster Gazette_, _The Englishwoman_, _The Daily Chronicle_, _The Catholic Mess...

Now all the world is carrying hay And all the world is wise, And O to trudge it once again There in the wake of a green wain That over-tops the rustling lane Beneath familiar sk...