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 ...
Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness, Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun; Conspiring with him how to load and bless ...
There are who lord it o'er their fellow-men With most prevailing tinsel: who unpen Their baaing vanities, to browse away ...
I Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness, Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun; Conspiring with him how to load and ...
Winds of May, that dance on the sea, Dancing a ring-around in glee From furrow to furrow, while overhead The ...
Teevo cheevo cheevio chee: O where, what can th?at be? Weedio-weedio: there again! So tiny a trickle of s?ng-strain; And ...
My father worked with a horse-plough, His shoulders globed like a full sail strung Between the shafts and the furrow. ...
When a man starts out with nothing, When a man starts out with his hands Empty, but clean, When a ...
Let America be America again. Let it be the dream it used to be. Let it be the pioneer on ...
SMOOTHLY and lightly the golden seed by the furrow is cover'd; Yet will a deeper one, friend, cover thy bones ...
The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd wind slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods ...
(The Dry Salvages-presumably les trois sauvages-is a small group of rocks, with a beacon, off the N.E. coast of Cape ...
We see -- Comparatively -- The Thing so towering high We could not grasp its segment Unaided -- Yesterday -- ...
Further in Summer than the Birds Pathetic from the Grass A minor Nation celebrates Its unobtrusive Mass. No Ordinance be ...
Don't put up my Thread and Needle -- I'll begin to Sew When the Birds begin to whistle -- Better ...
Part I It is an ancient Mariner, And he stoppeth one of three. 'By thy long grey beard and glittering ...
1 They that in play can do the thing they would, Having an instinct throned in reason's place, --And every ...
I. THE GARDEN. ABOVE the city hung the moon, Right o'er a plot of ground Where flowers and orchard-trees were ...
What is she writing? Watch her now, How fast her fingers move ! How eagerly her youthful brow Is bent ...
What body can be ploughed, Sown, and broken yearly? But she would not die, she vowed, But she has, nearly. ...
LARA. CANTO THE FIRST. I. The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, And slavery half forgets her ...
I. Said Abner, ``At last thou art come! Ere I tell, ere thou speak, ``Kiss my cheek, wish me well!'' ...
NOW spring has clad the grove in green, And strew'd the lea wi' flowers; The furrow'd, waving corn is seen ...
And the first grey of morning fill'd the east, And the fog rose out of the Oxus stream. But all ...
WHEN o'er the hill the eastern star Tells bughtin time is near, my jo, And owsen frae the furrow'd field ...
BLEST be M'Murdo to his latest day! No envious cloud o'ercast his evening ray; No wrinkle, furrow'd by the hand ...
WEE, modest crimson-tippèd flow'r, Thou's met me in an evil hour; For I maun crush amang the stoure Thy slender ...
WHEN chill November's surly blast Made fields and forests bare, One ev'ning, as I wander'd forth Along the banks of ...
ON TURNING ONE DOWN WITH THE PLOUGH, IN APRIL, 1786 Wee, modest, crimson-tipped flow'r, Thou's met me in an evil ...
Thee the ancientest peer, Duke of Burgundy, rose from the monarch's right hand, red as wines From his mountains; an ...
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