The English Flag (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
Above the portico a flag-staff, bearing the Union Jack, remained fluttering in the flames for some time, but ultimately when ...
Above the portico a flag-staff, bearing the Union Jack, remained fluttering in the flames for some time, but ultimately when ...
Our brows are bound with spindrift and the weed is on our knees; Our loins are battered 'neath us by ...
My father worked with a horse-plough, His shoulders globed like a full sail strung Between the shafts and the furrow. ...
a cold bright sun two days to christmas a first-quarter moon at a good vantage-point a small white coffin driven ...
In the borning cries of the church in the holy sacraments breaking of the bread the passing of the cup ...
May we ever mindful to center grounding our lives focusing on God dipping our cup into the living waters renewing ...
Out on the mountain rich in summer the greens so deep almost hurting my eyes Trying to focus, also in ...
Brutal honesty, to ourselves mainly opening wounds, covered, buried exposing them to the light, to his grace to put them ...
Dipping the bread, his body into the wine, his blood so was the betrayer, the one who gave him over ...
Summer Sunday best became splattered with His blood in the intinction, the joining of His body, His blood, the dipping ...
Dipping our bread in oil tins we talked of morning peeling open our rooms to a moment of almonds, olives ...
I'll tell of the Magna Charter As were signed at the Barons' command On Runningmead Island in t' middle of ...
In Ionia whence sprang old poets' fame, From whom that sea did first derive her name, The blessed bed whereon ...
Before I got my eye put out I liked as well to see -- As other Creatures, that have Eyes ...
Access Road Fifteen they named it this anonymous road to the Waipakihi where its brawling water becomes Tongariro. A moment's ...
Part I It is an ancient Mariner, And he stoppeth one of three. 'By thy long grey beard and glittering ...
Bhaskar Roy Barman The kaleidoscope stood befrilled with splendour; no messenger from on high did descend to hand it blessings, ...
You have put your two hands upon me, and your mouth, You have said my name as a prayer. Here ...
I. You're my friend: I was the man the Duke spoke to; I helped the Duchess to cast off his ...
The cigarette-smoke loops and slides above us, Dipping and swirling as the waiter passes; You strike a match and stare ...
Over the darkened city, the city of towers, The city of a thousand gates, Over the gleaming terraced roofs, the ...
and the sun weilds mercy but like a jet torch carried to high, and the jets whip across its sight ...
1 You, once a belle in Shreveport, with henna-colored hair, skin like a peachbud, still have your dresses copied from ...
Under yonder beech-tree single on the green-sward, Couched with her arms behind her golden head, Knees and tresses folded to ...
Oh, the charm of idle dreaming Where the dappled shadows dance, All the leafy aisles are teeming With the lure ...
When the lucent skies of morning flush with dawning rose once more, And waves of golden glory break adown the ...
QUINQUIREME of Nineveh from distant Ophir, Rowing home to haven in sunny Palestine, With a cargo of ivory, And apes ...
"Goneys an' gullies an' all o' the birds o' the sea They ain't no birds, not really", said Billy the ...
ONE road leads to London, One road leads to Wales, My road leads me seawards To the white dipping sails. ...
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