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 ...
Now Jones had left his new-wed bride to keep his house in order, And hied away to the Hurrum Hills ...
BOOK I Deep in the shady sadness of a vale Far sunken from the healthy breath of morn, Far from ...
Crossing the frontier they were stopped in time, Told, quite politely, they would have to wait: Passports in order, nothing ...
The tightness and the nilness round that space when the car stops in the road, the troops inspect its make ...
In my line, my blood, there pulses, course through my veins the blood of those hardy souls, the first Pilgrims, ...
The carts squeak and trundle, the horses whinny, the conscripts go by, each with a bow and arrows at his ...
(The Dry Salvages-presumably les trois sauvages-is a small group of rocks, with a beacon, off the N.E. coast of Cape ...
Their Height in Heaven comforts not -- Their Glory -- nought to me -- 'Twas best imperfect -- as it ...
I am afraid to own a Body -- I am afraid to own a Soul -- Profound -- precarious Property ...
Not that he goes -- we love him more Who led us while he stayed. Beyond earth's trafficking frontier, For ...
The saddest noise, the sweetest noise, The maddest noise that grows, -- The birds, they make it in the spring, ...
PART I On Susquehanna's side, fair Wyoming! Although the wild-flower on thy ruin'd wall, And roofless homes, a sad remembrance ...
O race that Cæsar knew, That won stern Roman praise, What land not envies you The laurel of these days? ...
LARA. CANTO THE FIRST. I. The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, And slavery half forgets her ...
I. You're my friend: I was the man the Duke spoke to; I helped the Duchess to cast off his ...
(Rock Lake, Canada) In this country there is neither measure nor balance To redress the dominance of rocks and woods, ...
Had she come all the way for this, To part at last without a kiss? Yea, had she borne the ...
Like the vain curlings of the watery maze, Which in smooth streams a sinking weight does raise, So Man, declining ...
Like the vain Curlings of the Watry maze, Which in smooth streams a sinking Weight does raise; So Man, declining ...
A Poem upon the Death of His Late Highness the Lord Protector That Providence which had so long the care ...
Night is on the downland, on the lonely moorland, On the hills where the wind goes over sheep-bitten turf, Where ...
--The Carpathian Frontier, October, 1968 --for my brother Once, in a foreign country, I was suddenly ill. I was driving ...
Of Man's first disobedience, and the fruit Of that forbidden tree whose mortal taste Brought death into the World, and ...
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