Doctors (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
1923 Man dies too soon, beside his works half-planned. His days are counted and reprieve is vain: Who shall entreat ...
1923 Man dies too soon, beside his works half-planned. His days are counted and reprieve is vain: Who shall entreat ...
Muse of my native land! loftiest Muse! O first-born on the mountains! by the hues Of heaven on the spiritual ...
I love the evenings, passionless and fair, I love the evens, Whether old manor-fronts their ray with golden fulgence leavens, ...
Long, long, long the trail Through the brooding forest-gloom, Down the shadowy, lonely vale Into silence, like a room Where ...
When the white flame in us is gone, And we that lost the world's delight Stiffen in darkness, left alone ...
When coldness wraps this suffering clay, Ah! whither strays the immortal mind? It cannot die, it cannot stay, But leaves ...
LARA. CANTO THE FIRST. I. The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, And slavery half forgets her ...
I tell you hopeless grief is passionless, That only men incredulous of despair, Half-taught in anguish, through the midnight air ...
Was this His coming! I had hoped to see A scene of wondrous glory, as was told Of some great ...
1 GREAT are the myths-I too delight in them; Great are Adam and Eve-I too look back and accept them; ...
Queen Guinevere had fled the court, and sat There in the holy house at Almesbury Weeping, none with her save ...
Lucilla, wedded to Lucretius, found Her master cold; for when the morning flush Of passion and the first embrace had ...
WAS it light that spake from the darkness, or music that shone from the word, When the night was enkindled ...
This is the law of the Yukon, and ever she makes it plain: "Send not your foolish and feeble; send ...
I know a mountain thrilling to the stars, Peerless and pure, and pinnacled with snow; Glimpsing the golden dawn o'er ...
He drowsed and was aware of silence heaped Round him, unshaken as the steadfast walls; Aqueous like floating rays of ...
Amidst the flowers a jug of wine, I pour alone lacking companionship. So raising the cup I invite the Moon, ...
I was with Special Force, blue-X-ing raids to OK surfing on the Colonel's birthday. Operation Ariel: we sprayed Jimi Hendrix ...
Why does the sea moan evermore? Shut out from heaven it makes its moan, It frets against the boundary shore; ...
Let you not say of me when I am old, In pretty worship of my withered hands Forgetting who I ...
1 We, whose lungs fill with the sweetness of day. Who in May admire trees flowering Are better than those ...
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