The Story of Uriah (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
Jack Barrett went to Quetta Because they told him to. He left his wife at Simla On three-fourths his monthly ...
Jack Barrett went to Quetta Because they told him to. He left his wife at Simla On three-fourths his monthly ...
This ballad appears to refer to one of the exploits of the notorious Paul Jones, the American pirate. It is ...
To draw no envy, Shakespeare, on thy name Am I thus ample to thy book and fame; While I confess ...
About suffering, about adoration, the old masters Disagree. When someone suffers, no one else eats Or walks or opens the ...
The Fire at Tranter Sweatley's THEY had long met o' Zundays--her true love and she-- And at junketings, maypoles, and ...
They had long met o' Zundays--her true love and she-- And at junketings, maypoles, and flings; But she bode wi' ...
Pet was never mourned as you, Purrer of the spotless hue, Plumy tail, and wistful gaze While you humoured our ...
I I saw a slowly-stepping train -- Lined on the brows, scoop-eyed and bent and hoar -- Following in files ...
He healed the sick, ministered to them all the son a servant to their needs even when he grieved the ...
THE turtle on yon withered bough, That lately mourned her murdered mate, Has found another comrade now-- Such changes all ...
A blackbird lands A good beer-barrel A man sits in a cave knitting A theatre in Copenhagen Abask the sea-wall ...
NEAR to the silver Trent SIRENA dwelleth; She to whom Nature lent All that excelleth; By which the Muses late ...
O might those sighs and tears return again Into my breast and eyes, which I have spent, That I might ...
The Birds reported from the South -- A News express to Me -- A spicy Charge, My little Posts -- ...
Of nearness to her sundered Things The Soul has special times -- When Dimness -- looks the Oddity -- Distinctness ...
Though friendships differ endless in degree , The sorts , methinks, may be reduced to three. Ac quaintance many, and ...
I There was an ancient City, stricken down With a strange frenzy, and for many a day They paced from ...
There was a man in New York City (His name was George Adolphus Knight) So soft of heart he wept ...
I have gone backward in the work, The labour has not sped, Drowsy and dark my spirit lies, Heavy and ...
A girl sang a song in the temple's chorus, About men, tired in alien lands, About the ships that left ...
Death! that struck when I was most confiding In my certain faith of joy to be - Strike again, Time's ...
The summer morn is bright and fresh, the birds are darting by, As if they loved to breast the breeze ...
Spot of my youth! whose hoary branches sigh, Swept by the breeze that fans thy cloudless sky; Where now alone ...
'All virtues enter into this world:') A Buddhist, doused in the street, serenely burned. The Secretary of State for War, ...
I don't know if you're alive or dead. Can you on earth be sought, Or only when the sunsets fade ...
Two savings of the Holy Scriptures beat Like pulses in the Church's brow and breast; And by them we find ...
I heard an angel speak last night, And he said 'Write! Write a Nation's curse for me, And send it ...
All I could see from where I stood Was three long mountains and a wood; I turned and looked another ...
Of Man's first disobedience, and the fruit Of that forbidden tree whose mortal taste Brought death into the World, and ...
Sleep softly ... eagle forgotten ... under the stone. Time has its way with you there, and the clay has ...
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