Rudyard Kipling's VerseDoubleday Page, 1919 - 787 páginas |
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Página 51
... blow . Strike hard who cares - shoot straight who can- The odds are on the cheaper man . One sword - knot stolen from the camp Will pay for all the school expenses Of any Kurrum Valley scamp Who knows no word of moods and tenses , But ...
... blow . Strike hard who cares - shoot straight who can- The odds are on the cheaper man . One sword - knot stolen from the camp Will pay for all the school expenses Of any Kurrum Valley scamp Who knows no word of moods and tenses , But ...
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... blowing , Bear thou our thanks lest she depart unknowing . Go forth across the fields we may not roam in , Go forth beyond the trees that rim the city To whatsoe'er fair place she hath her home in , Who dowered us with wealth of love ...
... blowing , Bear thou our thanks lest she depart unknowing . Go forth across the fields we may not roam in , Go forth beyond the trees that rim the city To whatsoe'er fair place she hath her home in , Who dowered us with wealth of love ...
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... Blow off , by obvious accident , The lucky owner's head , If you love me as I love you What can Life kill or Death undo ? So long as Death ' twixt dance and dance Chills best and bravest blood , And drops the reckless rider down The ...
... Blow off , by obvious accident , The lucky owner's head , If you love me as I love you What can Life kill or Death undo ? So long as Death ' twixt dance and dance Chills best and bravest blood , And drops the reckless rider down The ...
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... blowing chill , 1 From the furrow of the ploughshare streams the fragrance of the loam , And the hawk nests on the cliffside and the jackdaw in the hill , And my heart is back in England ' mid the sights and sounds of Home . But the ...
... blowing chill , 1 From the furrow of the ploughshare streams the fragrance of the loam , And the hawk nests on the cliffside and the jackdaw in the hill , And my heart is back in England ' mid the sights and sounds of Home . But the ...
Página 93
... Verse ) MEN make them fires on the hearth Each under his roof - tree , And the Four Winds that rule the earth They blow the smoke to me . Across the high hills and the sea And all the INCLUSIVE EDITION , 1885-1918 93.
... Verse ) MEN make them fires on the hearth Each under his roof - tree , And the Four Winds that rule the earth They blow the smoke to me . Across the high hills and the sea And all the INCLUSIVE EDITION , 1885-1918 93.
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Términos y frases comunes
beneath blood bloomin blow Bobs breath Brown Bess Captain cock crew Colour-Sergeant Danny Deever dark dawn dead death Delhi town died Earth eyes face fathers fear feet fight Files fire Flag of England gates Gehazi give Gods guard Gunga Din guns hand hate hath head hear heard heart Heaven hills hold honour horse jezail Kabul river King knew kopje land light live look Lord man's mother neath never night o'er once oont pass peace plain Potiphar praise pride priest Queen road round shame shoal sing smoke soldier song soul stand stars sword talk Taman tell thee There's things thou to-day toil Tom Hall Tommy trail True Thomas turn Twas twixt wait watch White Man's burden Widow at Windsor wind word
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Página 373 - The tumult and the shouting dies — The captains and the kings depart; Still stands Thine ancient Sacrifice, An humble and a contrite heart. Lord God of Hosts, be with us vet, Lest we forget — lest we forget!
Página 10 - There were two men in one city ; the one rich, and the other poor. The rich man had exceeding many flocks and herds: but the poor man had nothing, save one little ewe lamb, which he had bought and nourished up : and it grew up together with him, and with his children; it did eat of his own meat, and drank of his own cup, and lay in his bosom, and was unto him...
Página 642 - And treat those two imposters just the same, If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken, : And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools.
Página 451 - We've fought with many men acrost the seas, An' some of 'em was brave an' some was not: The Paythan an' the Zulu an' Burmese; But the Fuzzy was the finest o
Página 193 - Keep ye the Law — be swift in all obedience — Clear the land of evil, drive the road and bridge the ford. Make ye sure to each his own That he reap where he hath sown; By the peace among Our peoples let men know we serve the Lord!
Página 667 - I keep six honest serving-men (They taught me all I knew); Their names are What and Why and When, and How and Where and Who.
Página 266 - Seat; But there is neither East nor West, Border, nor Breed, nor Birth, When two strong men stand face to face, though they come from the ends of the earth...
Página 256 - When earth's last picture is painted, and the tubes are twisted and dried, When the oldest colours have faded, and the youngest critic has died, We shall rest, and, faith, we shall need it — lie down for an aeon or two, Till the Master of all Good Workmen shall set us to work anew ! And those that were good shall be happy ; they shall sit in a golden chair; They shall splash at a ten-league canvas with brushes of comets...
Página 522 - is wife (Not to mention the 'ousemaid an* cook), To come in an' 'ands up an' be still, An' honestly work for my bread, My livin' in that state of life To which it shall please God to call Me!
Página 267 - And thrice he heard a breech-bolt snick tho' never a man was seen. They have ridden the low moon out of the sky, their hoofs drum up the dawn, The dun he went like a wounded bull, but the mare like a new-roused fawn.