Tomlinson (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
Now Tomlinson gave up the ghost in his house in Berkeley Square, And a Spirit came to his bedside and ...
Now Tomlinson gave up the ghost in his house in Berkeley Square, And a Spirit came to his bedside and ...
1892 The freed dove flew to the Rajah's tower-- Fled from the slaughter of Moslem kings-- And the thorns have ...
at a Gracious Answer 'But tell me, child, your choice; what shall I buy You?'-'Father, what you buy me I ...
I The thick lids of Night closed upon me Alone at the Bill Of the Isle by the Race {1} ...
I towered far, and lo! I stood within The presence of the Lord Most High, Sent thither by the sons ...
How is one to describe this king of mountains? Throught the whole of Ch'i and Lu one never loses sight ...
I Midwinter spring is its own season Sempiternal though sodden towards sundown, Suspended in time, between pole and tropic. When ...
The day begins to droop,-- Its course is done: But nothing tells the place Of the setting sun. The hazy ...
Now that we've done our best and worst, and parted, I would fill my mind with thoughts that will not ...
Now that we've done our best and worst, and parted, I would fill my mind with thoughts that will not ...
(Halted around the fire by night, after moon-set, they sing this beneath the trees.) What light of unremembered skies Hast ...
We talked of yesteryears, of trails and treasure, Of men who played the game and lost or won; Of mad ...
I sing no idle songs of dalliance days, No dreams Elysian inspire my rhyming; I have no Celia to enchant ...
The cruel war was over -- oh, the triumph was so sweet! We watched the troops returning, through our tears; ...
Jerry MacMullen, the millionaire, Driving a red-meat bus out there -- How did he win his Croix de Guerre? Bless ...
They must not wed the Doctor said, For they were far from strong, And children of their marriage bed Might ...
Oh the wife she tried to tell me that 'twas nothing but the thrumming Of a wood-pecker a-rapping on the ...
In distant New Zealand, whose tresses of gold The billows are ceaselessly combing, Away in a village all tranquil and ...
My Country The love of field and coppice Of green and shaded lanes, Of ordered woods and gardens Is running ...
Men say the world is full of fear and hate, And all life's ripening harvest-fields await The restless sickle of ...
My Country The love of field and coppice Of green and shaded lanes, Of ordered woods and gardens Is running ...
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