The Writings in Prose and Verse of Rudyard Kipling, Volumen 21Scribner, 1920 |
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Página 201 - And lose, and start again at your beginnings And never breathe a word about your loss : If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew To serve your turn long after they are gone, And so hold on when there is nothing in you Except the Will which says to them : "Hold on...
Página 308 - Our Fathers of Old Excellent herbs had our fathers of old Excellent herbs to ease their pain Alexanders and Marigold, Eyebright, Orris, and Elecampane Basil, Rocket, Valerian, Rue, (Almost singing themselves they run) Vervain, Dittany, Call-me-to-you, Cowslip, Melilot, Rose of the Sun. Anything green that grew out of the mould Was an excellent herb to our fathers of old.
Página 169 - Ninety-five he was (rest his soul !) alive. But he's not in Philadelphia this morning. If you're off to Philadelphia this morning, And wish to prove the truth of what I say, I pledge my word you'll find the pleasant land behind Unaltered since Red Jacket rode that way. Still the pine-woods scent the noon ; still the catbird sings his tune ; Still autumn sets the maple-forest blazing. Still the grape-vine through the dusk flings her soul-compelling musk ; Still the fire-flies in the corn make night...
Página 67 - I'm sorry for Fritz when they all come A-rovin', a-rovin', a-roarin' and a-rovin', Round the North Sea rovin', The Lord knows where! A TRUTHFUL SONG THE BRICKLAYER: / tell this tale, which is strictly true, Just by way of convincing you How very little, since things were made, Things have altered in the building trade.
Página 200 - em up with worn-out tools; If you can make one heap of all your winnings And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss, And lose, and start again at your beginnings And never breathe a word about your loss: If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew To serve your turn long after they are gone, And so hold on when there is nothing...
Página 309 - Look at the stars when a patient is ill, (Dirt has nothing to do with disease,) Bleed and blister as much as you will, Blister and bleed him as oft as you please.
Página 34 - Gold is for the mistress — silver for the maid! Copper for the craftsman cunning at his trade.' 'Good!' said the Baron, sitting in his hall, 'But Iron — Cold Iron — is master of them alH' So he made rebellion 'gainst the King his liege, Camped before his citadel and summoned it to siege — 'Nay!
Página 63 - The Queen was in her chamber, and she was middling old, Her petticoat was satin, and her stomacher was gold. Backwards and forwards and sideways did she pass, Making up her mind to face the cruel looking-glass.
Página 201 - With sixty seconds' worth of distance run, Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it, And — which is more — you'll be a Man, my son!
Página 39 - Envy — ah! even to tears! — The fortune of their years Which, though so few, yet so divinely ended. Scarce had they lifted up Life's full and fiery cup, Than they had set it down untouched before them. Before their day arose They beckoned it to close — Close in confusion and destruction o'er them. They did not stay to ask What prize should crown their...