Poems by John Kendall

also known as: Dum-Dum

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Clothes and the Man I sing. Reformers, note
11.30 P.M., DEC. 31
In the dim and distant ages, in the half-forgotten days,
Long, long ago, in that heroic time
After W. W.
Christmas comes but once a year.
Come, let us weep for Begum; he is dead.
From the dust, and the drought, and the heat,
'Farewell. What a subject! How sweet
Here, in mine old-time harbourage installed,
In Several Keys
'Where ignorance is bliss,
After T. G.
[Time-guns are of invariable pattern and extreme antiquity. Other species come and go; their ancestor remains always. One is to be found in each cantonment: he generally occupies a position of unsheltered and pathetic loneliness in a corner of the lo
After A. C. S.
Allons! Allons! Tra-la-la! Hear my Bellata!
Come, let us quaff the brimming cup
Why do you sit in the churchyard weeping?
Away, away! The plains of Ind
'The Government of India has been pleased to sanction the infliction of a fine of ..., etc.'
After A. T.
There's a little lake that lies
Once for a tight little Island, fonder of ha'pence than kicks,
After R. B.
Solace of mine hours of anguish,
After R. H.
'... O she,
Now the busy screw is churning,
It is told, in Buddhi-theosophic Schools