The Widow’s Party (Rudyard Kipling Poems)
"Where have you been this while away, Johnnie, Johnnie?" 'Long with the rest on a picnic lay, Johnnie, my Johnnie, ...
"Where have you been this while away, Johnnie, Johnnie?" 'Long with the rest on a picnic lay, Johnnie, my Johnnie, ...
the dance begun the potter and the clay spinning of the potter's wheel moving together, the clay giving to the ...
From the ground the soil, lifeless pulling up the clay adding water, the potter's touch the wheel turning guiding the ...
the potter moving, his hands, body drawing the clay pulling the clay from the inert earth life in the dance ...
I Once a fowler, young and artless, To the quiet greenwood came; Full of skill was he and heartless In ...
Aha! a traitor in the camp, A rebel strangely bold,-- A lisping, laughing, toddling scamp, Not more than four years ...
I shall tell you in rhyme how, once on a time, Three tailors tramped up to the inn Ingleheim, On ...
Down south there is a curio-shop Unknown to many men; Thereat do I intend to stop When I am south ...
Who should come up the road one day But the doctor-man in his two-wheel shay! And he whoaed his horse ...
(EGYPTIAN FOLK-SONG) Grim is the face that looks into the night Over the stretch of sands; A sullen rock in ...
(FOR THE FELLOWSHIP CLU Lyman and Frederick and Jim, one day, Set out in a great big ship-- Steamed to ...
Little Miss Brag has much to say To the rich little lady from over the way And the rich little ...
I LATELY vowed to leave the nuns alone, So oft their freaks have in my page been shown. The subject ...
We must have clamored for the same mother, hurried for the same womb. I know it now as I read ...
I hang about the streets all day, At night I hang about; I sleep a little when I may, But ...
A tale that the poet Rückert told To German children, in days of old; Disguised in a random, rollicking rhyme ...
THE PROLOGUE. THE Cook of London, while the Reeve thus spake, For joy he laugh'd and clapp'd him on the ...
"AND did you really walk," said I, "On such a wretched night? I always fancied Ghosts could fly - If ...
I am poor brother Lippo, by your leave! You need not clap your torches to my face. Zooks, what's to ...
"Thou thoughtest that I was altogether such a one as thyself." (David, Psalms 50.21) ['Will sprawl, now that the heat ...
Vanity, saith the preacher, vanity! Draw round my bed: is Anselm keeping back? Nephews -- sons mine -- ah God, ...
It costs me never a stab nor squirm To tread by chance upon a worm. "Aha, my little dear," I ...
If a man could bite the giant hand That catchs and destroys him, As I was bitten by a rat ...
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