David Lewis Paget Poems

Chen Xiao Fei while the sun does shine
Was taken as the Emperor's concubine,
Just one of a hundred from the village Yang Ping
And chosen by the placing of a bright gold ring.
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I remember as a child we used to
Play out in the square,
In the sleepy little village
Someone christened Uno Ware,
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I took a room in a boarding house
In a seedy part of town,
I hadn't worked for a month or so
And was feeling rather down,
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The people marched to St. Peter's Field
On a fair and a sunny day,
They'd gone to listen to Henry Hunt
A radical, in his way,
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The train pulled away from the station,
The driver grinned up at the box,
The signalman glowered at the driver's face
As he slotted the lever across,
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For years, the 'Muse of the Heavenly Gates'
Had stood in the shade of a country lane,
Quietly tending its residents there,
The old, the feeble, the stark insane.
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I well remember Sir Gordon Fitch
As much for his wealth as his plain language,
A spade was a 'bloody shovel' to him,
In truth, he was an arrogant man.
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What can I do, Harry the Wu,
A policeman will come
And ask questions of you,
He'll pull out his book
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I'll not lie down, nor sit and wait
The black-draped barge to float on by,
Nor offer up my throat, like ears of corn
To wait the sickle sigh,
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'I won't be back 'til very late, '
The note from her had read,
He poured himself another drink
And headed off to bed,
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