The Palace (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
When I was a King and a Mason -- a Master proven and skilled -- I cleared me ground for ...
When I was a King and a Mason -- a Master proven and skilled -- I cleared me ground for ...
Silence again. The glorious symphony Hath need of pause and interval of peace. Some subtle signal bids all sweet sounds ...
Beyond the great valley an odd instinctive rising Begins to possess the ground, the flatness gathers to little humps and ...
Usurping the place of God turning from his open arms choosing to go to the foreign country away from our ...
In our walk not trying to go alone wandering off aimless on a path we create Seeking wise counsel from ...
'T is when the lark goes soaring And the bee is at the bud, When lightly dancing zephyrs Sing over ...
Pan came out of the woods one day,-- His skin and his hair and his eyes were gray, The gray ...
(To hear us talk) The tree the tempest with a crash of wood Throws down in front of us is ...
THEY are rattling breakfast plates in basement kitchens, And along the trampled edges of the street I am aware of ...
Let us go hence: the night is now at hand; The day is overworn, the birds all flown; And we ...
Long, long, long the trail Through the brooding forest-gloom, Down the shadowy, lonely vale Into silence, like a room Where ...
Like a lone Arab, old and blind, Some caravan had left behind, Who sits beside a ruin'd well, Where the ...
Not with vain tears, when we're beyond the sun, We'll beat on the substantial doors, nor tread Those dusty high-roads ...
Not with vain tears, when we're beyond the sun, We'll beat on the substantial doors, nor tread Those dusty high-roads ...
Tobacco smoke drifts up to the dim ceiling From half a dozen pipes and cigarettes, Curling in endless shapes, in ...
At the midnight in the silence of the sleep-time, When you set your fancies free, Will they pass to where--by ...
At the midnight in the silence of the sleep-time, When you set your fancies free, Will they pass to where--by ...
A flower - shrivelled, bare of fragrance, Forgotten on a page - I see, And instantly my soul awakens, Filled ...
"Only a pound," said the auctioneer, "Only a pound; and I'm standing here Selling this animal, gain or loss -- ...
God had called us, and we came; Our loved Earth to ashes left; Heaven was a neighbor's house, Open to ...
The east wind blows in the street to-day; The sky is blue, yet the town looks grey. 'Tis the wind ...
(To Sylvia.) My Love, my Love, it was a day in June, A mellow, drowsy, golden afternoon; And all the ...
At the open door of the room I stand and look at the night, Hold my hand to catch the ...
Once, at night, in the manor wood My Love and I long silent stood, Amazed that any heavens could Decree ...
"So pulse, and pulse, thou rhythmic-hearted Noon That liest, large-limbed, curved along the hills, In languid palpitation, half a-swoon With ...
How tall among her sisters, and how fair, -- How grave beyond her youth, yet debonair As dawn, 'mid wrinkled ...
Frowning, the owl in the oak complained him Sore, that the song of the robin restrained him Wrongly of slumber, ...
On he goes, the little one, Bud of the universe, Pediment of life. Setting off somewhere, apparently. Whither away, brisk ...
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