When 'Omer smote 'is bloomin' lyre, He'd 'eard men sing by land an' sea; An' what he thought 'e might require, 'E went an' took - the same as me!

We pulled for you when the wind was against us and the sails were low. Will you never let us go?

Back to the Army again, sergeant, Back to the Army again: Out o' the cold an' the rain, sergeant, Out o' the cold an' the rain.

When next he came to me he was drunk - royally drunk on many poets for the first time revealed to him. His pupils were dilated, his words tumbled over each oth…

Films and gramophone records, music, books and buildings show clearly how vigorously a man's life and work go on after his death, whether we feel it or not, wh…

Illustrious acts high raptures do infuse, And every conqueror creates a muse.

I sit down to the piano regularly at nine-o'clock in the morning and Mesdames les Muses have learned to be on time for that rendezvous.