One Viceroy Resigns (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
So here's your Empire. No more wine, then? Good. We'll clear the Aides and khitmatgars away. (You'll know that fat ...
So here's your Empire. No more wine, then? Good. We'll clear the Aides and khitmatgars away. (You'll know that fat ...
O Sovereign power of love! O grief! O balm! All records, saving thine, come cool, and calm, And shadowy, through ...
I What new element before us unborn in nature? Is there a new thing under the Sun? At last inquisitive ...
O dear sweet rosy unattainable desire ...how sad, no way to change the mad cultivated asphodel, the visible reality... and ...
Even the bravest that are slain Shall not dissemble their surprise On waking to find valor reign, Even as on ...
All overgrown by cunning moss, All interspersed with weed, The little cage of "Currer Bell" In quiet "Haworth" laid. Gathered ...
My own Beloved, who hast lifted me From this drear flat of earth where I was thrown, And, in betwixt ...
I. He was a Grecian lad, who coming home With pulpy figs and wine from Sicily Stood at his galley's ...
(Newdigate prize poem recited in the Sheldonian Theatre Oxford June 26th, 1878. To my friend George Fleming author of 'The ...
The Gods are dead: no longer do we bring To grey-eyed Pallas crowns of olive-leaves! Demeter's child no more hath ...
To that gaunt House of Art which lacks for naught Of all the great things men have saved from Time, ...
(To Sarah Bernhardt) How vain and dull this common world must seem To such a One as thou, who should'st ...
Where hast thou been since round the walls of Troy The sons of God fought in that great emprise? Why ...
Nay, let us walk from fire unto fire, From passionate pain to deadlier delight, - I am too young to ...
Of asphodel, that greeny flower, like a buttercup upon its branching stem- save that it's green and wooden- I come, ...
Faint as a climate-changing bird that flies All night across the darkness, and at dawn Falls on the threshold of ...
"Courage!" he said, and pointed toward the land, "This mounting wave will roll us shoreward soon." In the afternoon they ...
You make it in your mess-tin by the brazier's rosy gleam; You watch it cloud, then settle amber clear; You ...
Before those cruel twins whom at one birth Incestuous Change bore to her father Time, Error and Truth, had hunted ...
The friar had said his paternosters duly And scourged his limbs, and afterwards would have slept; But with much riddling ...
No more of talk where God or Angel guest With Man, as with his friend, familiar us'd, To sit indulgent, ...
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