The Oxford Dictionary of Quotations Preface

I tell you naught for your comfort,
Yea, naught for your desire,
Save that the sky grows darker yet
And the sea rises higher.
‘The Ballad of the White Horse’ (1911) bk. 1, p. 18
For the great Gaels of Ireland
Are the men that God made mad,
For all their wars are merry,
And all their songs are sad.
‘The Ballad of the White Horse’ (1911) bk. 2, p. 35
Fools! For I also had my hour;
One far fierce hour and sweet:
There was a shout about my ears,
And palms before my feet.
‘The Donkey’ (1900)
They died to save their country and they only saved the world.
‘English Graves’ (1922)
Why do you rush through the fields in trains,
Guessing so much and so much.
Why do you flash through the flowery meads,
Fat-head poet that nobody reads;
And why do you know such a frightful lot
About people in gloves and such?
‘The Fat White Woman Speaks’ (1933) (an answer to Frances Cornford).
From all that terror teaches,
From lies of tongue and pen,
From all the easy speeches
That comfort cruel men,
From sale and profanation
Of honour and the sword,
From sleep and from damnation,
Deliver us, good Lord!
‘A Hymn’ (1915)
Strong gongs groaning as the guns boom far,
Don John of Austria is going to the war.
‘Lepanto’ (1915)
John Grubby, who was short and stout
And troubled with religious doubt,
Refused about the age of three
To sit upon the curate’s knee.