The Last of the Light Brigade (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
1891 There were thirty million English who talked of England's might, There were twenty broken troopers who lacked a bed ...
1891 There were thirty million English who talked of England's might, There were twenty broken troopers who lacked a bed ...
Dim dawn behind the tamerisks -- the sky is saffron-yellow -- As the women in the village grind the corn, ...
(It is not for them to criticize too minutely the methods the Irish followed, though they might deplore some of ...
NOW, rallying once if ne'er again, With flag at half-mast flown, A people in dire need and strain Mans Tyra's ...
Oh, very gloomy is the house of woe, Where tears are falling while the bell is knelling, With all the ...
The rain and the wind, the wind and the rain -- They are with us like a disease: They worry ...
Ay, tear her tattered ensign down! Long has it waved on high, And many an eye has danced to see ...
by a dank and ancient coffin in the gaunt and gloomy hall alone and sighing deeply crouched the sorriest crone ...
The gold-hoarder walked in his palace park and with him walked his troubles. And over his head hovered worries as ...
Part One The power of charity sows deep in my heart, and I reap and gather the wheat in bundles ...
Her work, her creation, trembling shuddering at the onslaught the bombs bursting all around, against the glass shattering against the ...
Only touching the fringe of his clothes coming from behind him out of the throng, the crowd she was healed ...
It looked to be a leaf from last fall bright red maroon burgundy maple yes, it was a mix of ...
Flapping in the cold wind the grey skies, the feel of winter so soon the flagpole out of the small ...
The line-storm clouds fly tattered and swift. The road is forlorn all day, Where a myriad snowy quartz stones lift, ...
I In my beginning is my end. In succession Houses rise and fall, crumble, are extended, Are removed, destroyed, restored, ...
The sky in the trees, the trees mixed up with what's left of heaven, nearby a patch of daffodils rooted ...
Under Grand Central's tattered vault --maybe half a dozen electric stars still lit-- one saxophone blew, and a sheer black ...
A soft veil dims the tender skies, And half conceals from pensive eyes The bronzing tokens of the fall; A ...
To mend each tattered Faith There is a needle fair Though no appearance indicate -- 'Tis threaded in the Air ...
A poor -- torn heart -- a tattered heart -- That sat it down to rest -- Nor noticed that ...
We were born of tea, our mum could drink fourteen cups a day, an awesome feat to try to rationalise, ...
Though giant rains put out the sun, Here stand I for a sign. Though earth be filled with waters dark, ...
Low and brown barns, thatched and repatched and tattered, Where I had seven sons until to-day, A little hill of ...
If I should cast off this tattered coat, And go free into the mighty sky; If I should find nothing ...
The meter I had sought to find, perplexed, was ripped from books of "verse" that read like prose. I found ...
After the whipping he crawled into bed, Accepting the harsh fact with no great weeping. How funny uncle's hat had ...
a novel by Richard Brautigan THE COVER FOR TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA The cover for Trout Fishing in America is ...
either peace or happiness, let it enfold you when i was a young man I felt these things were dumb,unsophisticated. ...
1 Senlin sat before us and we heard him. He smoked his pipe before us and we saw him. Was ...
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