The Five NationsDoubleday, Page, 1903 - 215 páginas |
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... majors die . Could I wait for my turn in the godly choir ? ( Shoal ! ' Ware shoal ! ) Not I ! Copyright , 1896 , by Rudyard Kipling When the smoking scud is blown , When the greasy 4 THE BELL BUOY They christened my brother of old,
... majors die . Could I wait for my turn in the godly choir ? ( Shoal ! ' Ware shoal ! ) Not I ! Copyright , 1896 , by Rudyard Kipling When the smoking scud is blown , When the greasy 4 THE BELL BUOY They christened my brother of old,
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Rudyard Kipling. I lift to the swell - I cry ! Could I wait in sloth on the Church's oath ? ( Shoal ! ' Ware shoal ! ) Not I ! At the careless end of night I thrill to the nearing screw , I turn in the nearing light And I call to the ...
Rudyard Kipling. I lift to the swell - I cry ! Could I wait in sloth on the Church's oath ? ( Shoal ! ' Ware shoal ! ) Not I ! At the careless end of night I thrill to the nearing screw , I turn in the nearing light And I call to the ...
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... wait the groom- The Choosers of the Slain ! Offshore where sea and skyline blend In rain , the daylight dies ; The sullen , shouldering swells attend Night and our sacrifice . Adown the stricken capes no flare- No mark on spit or bar ...
... wait the groom- The Choosers of the Slain ! Offshore where sea and skyline blend In rain , the daylight dies ; The sullen , shouldering swells attend Night and our sacrifice . Adown the stricken capes no flare- No mark on spit or bar ...
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... wait till the day , wait and apportion our shame ! These are the dykes our fathers left , but we would not look to the same . Time and again were we warned of the dykes , time and again we delayed : Now , it may fall , we have slain our ...
... wait till the day , wait and apportion our shame ! These are the dykes our fathers left , but we would not look to the same . Time and again were we warned of the dykes , time and again we delayed : Now , it may fall , we have slain our ...
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... at season , And the maid aware of man ; All souls unslaked , consuming , Defrauded in delays , Desire not more than quittance Than I those forfeit days ! I dreamed to wait my pleasure Unchanged my spring would. 30 THE FIVE NATIONS.
... at season , And the maid aware of man ; All souls unslaked , consuming , Defrauded in delays , Desire not more than quittance Than I those forfeit days ! I dreamed to wait my pleasure Unchanged my spring would. 30 THE FIVE NATIONS.
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Página 215 - If, drunk with sight of power, we loose Wild tongues that have not Thee in awe, Such boastings as the Gentiles use, Or lesser breeds without the Law— Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet, Lest we forget— left we forget!
Página 81 - Take up the White Man's burden — Ye dare not stoop to less — Nor call too loud on Freedom To cloak your weariness; By all ye cry or whisper, By all ye leave or do, The silent, sullen peoples Shall weigh your Gods and you.
Página 214 - The tumult and the shouting dies — The captains and the kings depart — Still stands Thine ancient sacrifice, An humble and a contrite heart.
Página 79 - TAKE up the White Man's burden — Send forth the best ye breed — Go bind your sons to exile To serve your captives' need; To wait in heavy harness, On fluttered folk and wild — Your new-caught, sullen peoples, Half-devil and half-child.
Página 71 - All heavy-winged with brine, Here lies above the folded crest The Channel's leaden line; And here the sea-fogs lap and cling, And here, each warning each, The sheep-bells and the ship-bells ring Along the hidden beach. We have no waters to delight Our broad and brookless vales — Only the dewpond on the height Unfed, that never fails...
Página 79 - Take up the White Man's burden — Send forth the best ye breed — Go bind your sons to exile To serve your captives' need; To wait in heavy harness On fluttered folk and wild — Your new-caught, sullen peoples, Half devil and half child. Take up the White Man's Burden...
Página 213 - ath it come to me — not pride, Nor yet conceit, but on the 'ole (If such a term may be applied), The makin's of a bloomin' soul. But now, discharged, I fall away To do with little things again. . . . Gawd, 'oo knows all I cannot say, Look after me in Thamesfontein ! // England was what England seems An not the England of our dreams, But only putty, brass, an paint, 'Ow quick we'd chuck 'er!
Página 59 - Ores you'll find there; wood and cattle; water-transit sure and steady (That should keep the railway rates down), coal and iron at your doors. God took care to hide that country till He judged His people ready, Then He chose me for His Whisper, and I've found it, and it's yours! Yes, your "Never-never country" — yes, your "edge of cultivation " And "no sense in going further" — till I crossed the range to see.
Página 108 - All we have of freedom, all we use or know — This our fathers bought for us long and long ago. Ancient Right unnoticed as the breath we draw — Leave to live by no man's leave, underneath the Law.