In the Neolithic Age (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
1895 I the Neolithic Age savage warfare did I wage For food and fame and woolly horses' pelt. I was ...
1895 I the Neolithic Age savage warfare did I wage For food and fame and woolly horses' pelt. I was ...
Down the highway we flew, toward home looking in the woods, looking in the fields, the hills, the water, the ...
Land in the rough By design and by tradition. A sense of place. Stone wall and lake and meadow Wood ...
Campsite set Late afternoon Late June Grab a friend Get the canoe Head up the brook The tributary Portage through ...
They will soon be down To one, but he still will be For a little while still will be stopping ...
TO the assembled folk At great St. Kavin's spoke Young Brother Amiel on Christmas Eve; I give you joy, my ...
From narrow provinces of fish and bread and tea, home of the long tides where the bay leaves the sea ...
It was also my violent heart that broke, falling down the front hall stairs. It was also a message I ...
Now Eddie Malone got a swell grammyfone to draw all the trade to his store; An' sez he: "Come along ...
The cow-moose comes to water, and the beaver's overbold, The net is in the eddy of the stream; The teepee ...
To be a bony feed Sourdough You must, by Yukon Law, Have killed a moose, And robbed a sluice, AND ...
Nothing is given which is not taken. Little or nothing is taken which is not freely desired, freely, truly and ...
O dear little cabin, I've loved you so long, And now I must bid you good-bye! I've filled you with ...
Of course you've heard of the Nancy Lee, and how she sailed away On her famous quest of the Arctic ...
Men of the High North, the wild sky is blazing; Islands of opal float on silver seas; Swift splendors kindle, ...
Light up your pipe again, old chum, and sit awhile with me; I've got to watch the bannock bake -- ...
Oh the wife she tried to tell me that 'twas nothing but the thrumming Of a wood-pecker a-rapping on the ...
On the ragged edge of the world I'll roam, And the home of the wolf shall be my home, And ...
MAKE war songs out of these; Make chants that repeat and weave. Make rhythms up to the ragtime chatter of ...
Bring down the moon for genteel Janet; She's too refined for this gross planet. She wears garments and you wear ...
Down from the purple mist of trees on the mountain, lurching through forests of white spruce and cedar, stumbling through ...
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