The Holy War (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
"For here lay the excellent wisdom of him that built Mansoul, thatthe walls could never be broken down nor hurt ...
"For here lay the excellent wisdom of him that built Mansoul, thatthe walls could never be broken down nor hurt ...
You have beheld a smiling rose When virgins' hands have drawn O'er it a cobweb-lawn: And here, you see, this ...
Three lovely sisters working were, As they were closely set, Of soft and dainty maiden-hair, A curious Armilet. I, smiling, ...
At Madge, ye hoyden, gossips scofft, Ffor that a romping wench was shee-- "Now marke this rede," they bade her ...
THE worst of ills, with jealousy compared, Are trifling torments ev'ry where declared. IMAGINE, to yourself a silly fool, To ...
SOME time ago from Rome, in smart array, A younger brother homeward bent his way, Not much improved, as frequently ...
IN Lombardy's fair land, in days of yore, Once dwelt a prince, of youthful charms, a store; Each FAIR, with ...
THE PROLOGUE. THE Cook of London, while the Reeve thus spake, For joy he laugh'd and clapp'd him on the ...
WHEN that Aprilis, with his showers swoot*, *sweet The drought of March hath pierced to the root, And bathed every ...
THE PROLOGUE. When that the Knight had thus his tale told In all the rout was neither young nor old, ...
1 They that in play can do the thing they would, Having an instinct throned in reason's place, --And every ...
New England. 1 Alas, dear Mother, fairest Queen and best, 2 With honour, wealth, and peace happy and blest, 3 ...
'TWAS in the seventeen hunder year O' grace, and ninety-five, That year I was the wae'est man Of ony man ...
YE learned sisters, which have oftentimes Beene to me ayding, others to adorne, Whom ye thought worthy of your gracefull ...
By that he ended had his ghostly sermon, The fox was well induc'd to be a parson, And of the ...
Ah whither, Love, wilt thou now carry me? What wontless fury dost thou now inspire Into my feeble breast, too ...
HArke how the Minstrels gin to shrill aloud, Their merry Musick that resounds from far, The pipe, the tabor, and ...
YES, the Dead speak to us. This town belongs to the Dead, to the Dead and to the Wilderness. Back ...
Down home to-night the moonshine falls Across a hill with daisies pied, The pear tree by the garden gate Beckons ...
'Twas grav'd on the Stone of Destiny, In letters four, and letters three; And ne'er did the King of the ...
"O Trade! O Trade! would thou wert dead! The Time needs heart -- 'tis tired of head: We're all for ...
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