Rudyard Kipling's VerseDoubleday Page, 1919 - 787 páginas |
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... Its eyes , And It muttered I was keeping Back the moonlight from the skies ; So I patted It for pity , But It whistled shrill with wrath , And a huge , black Devil City Poured its peoples on my path . So I fled with steps uncertain On a ...
... Its eyes , And It muttered I was keeping Back the moonlight from the skies ; So I patted It for pity , But It whistled shrill with wrath , And a huge , black Devil City Poured its peoples on my path . So I fled with steps uncertain On a ...
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... it's charred and black to the socket ! Open the old cigar - box - let me consider a while . Here is a mild Manilla - there is a wifely smile . Which is the better portion - bondage bought with a ring , Or a harem of dusky beauties fifty ...
... it's charred and black to the socket ! Open the old cigar - box - let me consider a while . Here is a mild Manilla - there is a wifely smile . Which is the better portion - bondage bought with a ring , Or a harem of dusky beauties fifty ...
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... its typhoid - germ , From each bazaar its smell ; Yea , suck the fever from the tank And sap my strength therewith : Thank Heaven , you show a smiling face To little Kitty Smith ! THE FALL OF JOCK GILLESPIE THIS fell when dinner - time ...
... its typhoid - germ , From each bazaar its smell ; Yea , suck the fever from the tank And sap my strength therewith : Thank Heaven , you show a smiling face To little Kitty Smith ! THE FALL OF JOCK GILLESPIE THIS fell when dinner - time ...
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... It's natural . I wonder can I help you ? Let me try . You saw what did you see from Bombay east ? Enough to frighten any one but me ? Neat that ! It frightened Me in Eighty - Four ! You shouldn't take a man from Canada And bid him smoke ...
... It's natural . I wonder can I help you ? Let me try . You saw what did you see from Bombay east ? Enough to frighten any one but me ? Neat that ! It frightened Me in Eighty - Four ! You shouldn't take a man from Canada And bid him smoke ...
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... It's incommunicable , like the cast That drops the hackle with the gut adry . Too much too little - there's your salmon lost ! And so I tell you nothing - wish you luck , And wonder - how I wonder ! -for your sake ! And triumph for my ...
... It's incommunicable , like the cast That drops the hackle with the gut adry . Too much too little - there's your salmon lost ! And so I tell you nothing - wish you luck , And wonder - how I wonder ! -for your sake ! And triumph for my ...
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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.