...Black as the Pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul . . . or ' Or ever the knightly years were gone With the old...was a King in Babylon And you were a Christian Slave . . . and we do so with a pleasure that we do not question. But Henley very rarely came to this excellence...

...craftsmen, the world has sixty dead carcasses, which it must bury, and anew shed tears for. Had these Or ever the knightly years were gone With the old...a King in Babylon And you were a Christian Slave. I saw, I took, I cast you by, I bent and broke your pride. You loved me well, or I heard them lie,...

...craftsmen, the world has sixty dead carcasses, which it must bury, and anew shed tears for. Had these Or ever the knightly years were gone With the old...a King in Babylon And you were a Christian Slave. I saw, I took, I cast you by, I bent and broke your pride. You loved me well, or I heard them lie,...

...conduct excavations, shoot reels of oriental caravans, meet spirits in the burial vaults of Pharaohs. Or ever the knightly years were gone With the old...a king in Babylon And you were a Christian slave. Yet not for an hour do I wish undone The deed beyond the grave. When I was a king in Babylon And you...

...people who did not even know Henley's name, and these inquired for that poem that goes like this : "When I was a king in Babylon And you were a Christian slave." The moving picture "Male and Female," which had been adapted out of Barrie's Admirable Crichton, had...

...guests at table." "Convention," he finishes, "alone has forced me to be anywhere a master. . . . When I was a king in Babylon and you were a Christian slave I promptly freed you. . . . Anarchistic ? Yes ; and I have no defence to offer, except the rather lame...

...quiet west, The sundown splendid and serene. Death. OR EVER THE KNIGHTLY YEARS ¡ WERE GONE [1888.] OR ever the knightly years were gone With the old...a King in Babylon And you were a Christian Slave. I saw, I took, I cast you by, I bent and broke your pride. You loved me well, or I heard them lie....

...for some months — and my eye, I remember it acutely, was bandaged. I'm usually bandaged somewhere. 'I was a King in Babylon And you were a Christian slave' — I mean a candidate." Marjorie remembered suddenly. "You're Professor Trafford." " Not in this atmosphere....

...(Rather impatiently) Not in this life, child — no. JEons and aeons ago. (Quoting rather sentimentally.) "I was a King in Babylon And you were a Christian slave." (Striking a pose, points down R. while he faces front. POPPY looks where he points. AMBROSE looks where...

...come to me so naturally, not as if I had had to work it out, but — as — if — I — remembered. "Or ever the knightly years were gone, With the old...king in Babylon, And you were a Christian slave." It may have been; you hear me, it may have been. LADY MARY. [Who is as one fascinated.] It may have...