Song of the Red War-Boat (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
Shove off from the wharf-edge! Steady! Watch for a smooth! Give way! If she feels the lop already She'll stand ...
Shove off from the wharf-edge! Steady! Watch for a smooth! Give way! If she feels the lop already She'll stand ...
The Word came down to Dives in Torment where he lay: "Our World is full of wickedness, My Children maim ...
So here's your Empire. No more wine, then? Good. We'll clear the Aides and khitmatgars away. (You'll know that fat ...
Through learned and laborious years They set themselves to find Fresh terrors and undreamed-of fears To heap upon mankind. ALl ...
I When I considered it too closely, when I wore it like an element and smelt it like water, Life ...
I In days when men had joy of war, A God of Battles sped each mortal jar; The peoples pledged ...
I HAVE loved; for the first time with passion I rave! I then was the servant, but now am the ...
This valley wood is pledged To the set shape of things, And reasonably hedged: Here are no harpies fledged, No ...
To the woods, to the woods is the wizard gone; In his grotto the maiden sits alone. She gazes up ...
Taken for granted in the developed nations so many others not finding water the living waters we all need for ...
SOME time ago from Rome, in smart array, A younger brother homeward bent his way, Not much improved, as frequently ...
We pledged our hearts, my love and I, I in my arms the maiden clasping; I could not tell the ...
You came to me as rain breaks on the desert when every flower springs to life at once, but joy ...
Brothers in blood! They who this wrong began To wreck our commonwealth, will rue the day When first they challenged ...
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
LARA. CANTO THE FIRST. I. The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, And slavery half forgets her ...
I. My first thought was, he lied in every word, That hoary cripple, with malicious eye Askance to watch the ...
Vanity, saith the preacher, vanity! Draw round my bed: is Anselm keeping back? Nephews -- sons mine -- ah God, ...
When first I met thee, warm and young, There shone such truth about thee, And on thy lip such promise ...
Through thick Arcadian woods a hunter went, Following the beasts upon a fresh spring day; But since his horn-tipped bow ...
"Curse thee, Life, I will live with thee no more! Thou hast mocked me, starved me, beat my body sore! ...
The moon is broken in twain, and half a moon Before me lies on the still, pale floor of the ...
A Fantasy, dedicated to the little poet Alice Oliver Henderson, ten years old. The Fantasy shows how tiger-hearts are the ...
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