by Rudyard Kipling It was not part of their blood, It came to them very late, With long arrears to make good, When the Saxon began to hate. They were not easily
Editor’s note: The following is extracted from History, by Bernadotte Perrin (published 1912). (Go back to previous chapter) But the Ancient History of the Greeks never emancipated itself wholly from the influence of the epic poems. The revolt against it
Editor’s Note: Yes, we have posted this poem before, but it is that good. Here, Boethius also provides a little commentary. We quote Kipling a lot around here. His piercing vision was
Editor’s note: The following is excerpted from The Best of the World’s Classics, edited by Henry Cabot Lodge (published 1909). Among the animals that are domesticated with mankind there are many circumstances
C.S. Lewis was a Christian powerhouse. He turned his intellectual and mental gifts to the defense and explanation of Christianity like few before or since. The Abolition of Man is one of
Sir Francis Drake A Prayer. Disturb us, Lord, when We are too pleased with ourselves, When our dreams have come true Because we dreamed too little, When we arrived safely Because we
Editor’s Note: David Jones was a British Veteran of World War I, and unlike most of those who survived that war and became poets, he retained his patriotism. Below is an excerpt
Girt round with rugged mountains the fair Lake Constance lies; In her blue heart reflected, shine back the starry skies; And, watching each white cloudlet float silently and slow, You think a
The Rising in 1776 Thomas Buchanan Read Out of the North the wild news came, Far flashing on its wings of flame, Swift as the boreal light which flies At midnight through
Editor’s note: The following is excerpted from Hero-Myths and Legends of the British Race, by M.I. Ebbutt (published 1910) The Roland Legends CHARLES THE GREAT, King of the Franks, world-famous as Charlemagne,
by Robert Frost Something there is that doesn’t love a wall, That sends the frozen-ground-swell under it, And spills the upper boulders in the sun; And makes gaps even two can
The Loss of the Birkenhead Right on our flank the crimson sun went down; The deep sea rolled around in dark repose; When, like the wild shriek from some captured town, A
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