Mere by-blows are the world and we,And time within eternityA sheer anachronism.
"Queen Elizabeth's Day", from Fleet Street Eclogues (New York: Dodd, Mead & Co.,  1895) p. 198.
The difficultest job a man can do, is to come it brave and meek with thirty bob a week, and feel that that's the proper thing for you.John Davidson
In anguish we uplift A new unhallowed song: The race is to the swift, The battle to the strong. See Bible101:85.John Davidson
And blood in torrents pour In vainalways in vain, For war breeds war again.John Davidson
When the pods went pop on the broom, green broom, And apples began to be golden-skinned, We harboured a stag in the Priory coomb.John Davidson
A stag of warrant, a stag, a stag, A runnable stag, a kingly crop, Brow, bay and trayand three on top, A stag, a runnable stag.John Davidson
Business – the world's work – is the sale of lies:Not goods, but trade-marks; and still more and moreIn every branch becomes the sale of money.John Davidson
One must becomeFanatic – be a wedge – a thunder-boltTo smite a passage through the close-grained world.John Davidson
Farewell the hope that mocked, farewell despair That went before me still and made the pace. The earth is full of graves, and mine was there Before my life began; my resting-place.John Davidson
That minister of ministers,Imagination, gathers upThe undiscovered Universe,Like jewels in a jasper cup.John Davidson
My feet are heavy now but on I go,My head erect beneath the tragic years.John Davidson
Unwilling friend, let not your spite abate;Help me with scorn, and strengthen me with hate.John Davidson
Seraphs and saints with one great voice; Welcomed that soul that knew not fear. Amazed to find it could rejoice, Hell raised a hoarse, half-human cheer.John Davidson
And the difficultest job a man can do,Is to come it brave and meek with thirty bob a week,And feel that that's the proper thing for you.It's a naked child against a hungry wolf;It's playing bowls upon a splitting wreck;It's walking on a string across a gulfWith millstones fore-and-aft about your neck;But the thing is daily done by many and many a one.And we fall, face forward, fighting, on the deck.John Davidson
We lie and listen to the hissing waves,Wherein our boat seems sharpening its keel,Which on the sea's face all unthankful gravesAn arrowed scratch as with a tool of steel.John Davidson
From fear in every guise, From sloth, from love of pelf, By war's great sacrifice The world redeems itself.John Davidson
We lie and listen to the hissing waves, Wherein our boat seems sharpening its keel, Which on the sea's face all unthankful graves An arrowed scratch as with a tool of steel.John Davidson
It's naked child against hungry wolf; it's playing bowls upon a splitting wreck; it's walking on a string across a gulf with millstones fore-and-aft about your neck; but the thing is daily done by manyand many a one; and we fall, face forward, fighting, on the deck.John Davidson
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