Justice (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
October, 1918 Across a world where all men grieve And grieving strive the more, The great days range like tides ...
October, 1918 Across a world where all men grieve And grieving strive the more, The great days range like tides ...
A thing of beauty is a joy for ever: Its lovliness increases; it will never Pass into nothingness; but still ...
ENDYMION. A Poetic Romance. "THE STRETCHED METRE OF AN AN ANTIQUE SONG." INSCRIBED TO THE MEMORY OF THOMAS CHATTERTON. Book ...
I I have lived with shades so long, And talked to them so oft, Since forth from cot and croft ...
I I have lived with Shades so long, So long have talked to them, I sped to street and throng, ...
IN Eastern climes, by means considered new; The Mount's old-man, with terrors would pursue; His large domains howe'er were not ...
Of all our antic sights and pageantry Which English idiots run in crowds to see, The Polish Medal bears the ...
Upon a Lilac Sea To toss incessantly His Plush Alarm Who fleeing from the Spring The Spring avenging fling To ...
I doubt not God is good, well-meaning, kind And did He stoop to quibble could tell why The little buried ...
1 Senlin sits before us, and we see him. He smokes his pipe before us, and we hear him. Is ...
1 Senlin sits before us, and we see him. He smokes his pipe before us, and we hear him. Is ...
As Parmigianino did it, the right hand Bigger than the head, thrust at the viewer And swerving easily away, as ...
This is the law of the Yukon, and ever she makes it plain: "Send not your foolish and feeble; send ...
Though I defy the howling horde As bloody-browed I smite, Back to the wall with shattered sword When darkly dooms ...
WHERE are now the dreams divine, Fires that lit the dawning soul, As the ruddy colours shine Through an opal ...
To Henry St. John, Lord Bolingbroke Awake, my St. John! leave all meaner things To low ambition, and the pride ...
The First Epistle Awake, my ST. JOHN!(1) leave all meaner things To low ambition, and the pride of Kings. Let ...
Heav'n from all creatures hides the book of fate, All but the page prescrib'd, their present state: From brutes what ...
If a good man were ever housed in Hell By needful error of the qualities, Perhaps to prove the rule ...
How can you, my Lord, thus delight to torment all The Peers of realm about cheapening their corn, When you ...
Sometimes in morning sunlights by the river Where in the early fall long grasses wave, Light winds from over the ...
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