White Horses (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
Where run your colts at pasture? Where hide your mares to breed? 'Mid bergs about the Ice-cap Or wove Sargasso ...
Where run your colts at pasture? Where hide your mares to breed? 'Mid bergs about the Ice-cap Or wove Sargasso ...
Help for a patriot distressed, a spotless spirit hurt, Help for an honourable clan sore trampled in the dirt! From ...
GIVE me women, wine, and snuff Untill I cry out "hold, enough!" You may do so sans objection Till the ...
Muse of my native land! loftiest Muse! O first-born on the mountains! by the hues Of heaven on the spiritual ...
BOOK I Deep in the shady sadness of a vale Far sunken from the healthy breath of morn, Far from ...
And then we began eating corn starch, chalk chewed wet into sirup. We pilfered Argo boxes stored away to stiffen ...
The truth of the light piercing the darkness entering the world illuminating, alive Healing lost souls yet rejected and killed ...
Image of her whom I love, more than she, Whose fair impression in my faithful heart Makes me her medal, ...
Next, then, the peacock, gilt With all its feathers. Look, what gorgeous dyes Flow in the eyes! And how deep, ...
SEA, SEA RIDER The man who owned the bookstore was not magic. He was not a three-legged crow on the ...
'Twas after dread Pultowa's day, When fortune left the royal Swede - Around a slaughtered army lay, No more to ...
An imaginary composer.] I. Hist, but a word, fair and soft! Forth and be judged, Master Hugues! Answer the question ...
I What's become of Waring Since he gave us all the slip, Chose land-travel or seafaring, Boots and chest, or ...
alas our good kaspar is dead. who will bury a burning flag in the wings of the clouds who will ...
And the first grey of morning fill'd the east, And the fog rose out of the Oxus stream. But all ...
'TWAS 1 in that place o' Scotland's isle, That bears the name o' auld King Coil, Upon a bonie day ...
UPON 1 a simmer Sunday morn When Nature's face is fair, I walked forth to view the corn, An' snuff ...
Part 1 WHAT dire Offence from am'rous Causes springs, What mighty Contests rise from trivial Things, I sing -- This ...
Close by those meads, for ever crown'd with flow'rs, Where Thames with pride surveys his rising tow'rs, There stands a ...
She said: the pitying audience melt in tears, But Fate and Jove had stopp'd the Baron's ears. In vain Thalestris ...
Like the vain curlings of the watery maze, Which in smooth streams a sinking weight does raise, So Man, declining ...
After two sittings, now our Lady State To end her picture does the third time wait. But ere thou fall'st ...
The girl's far treble, muted to the heat, calls like a fainting bird across the fields to where her flock ...
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