Sappers (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
When the Waters were dried an' the Earth did appear, ("It's all one," says the Sapper), The Lord He created ...
When the Waters were dried an' the Earth did appear, ("It's all one," says the Sapper), The Lord He created ...
"Let us now praise famous men"-- Men of little showing-- For their work continueth, And their work continueth, Broad and ...
My father's head has become a mystery to him. We finally have something in common. When he moves his head ...
For some reason glinting in the late afternoon sun the icicles on the gutters, the edge of the flashings in ...
Under the parabola of a ball, a child turning into a man, I looked into the air too long. The ...
The gleam of an heroic Act Such strange illumination The Possible's slow fuse is lit By the Imagination. (Emily Dickinson)
A Man may make a Remark -- In itself -- a quiet thing That may furnish the Fuse unto a ...
If you were coming in the Fall, I'd brush the Summer by With half a smile, and half a spurn, ...
Even tonight will pass into memory's oblivion, doomed, despite an ardent reunion of once estranged yet precisely matched parts, to ...
Passer-by, these are words. But instead of reading I want you to listen: to this frail Voice like that of ...
Shh! on a twine hung from disastered trees Henry is swinging his daughter. They seem drunk. Over across them look ...
Si credere dignum est.--Virgil, Georgics, III, 390 Oh, worthy of belief I hold it was, Virgil, your legend in those ...
I. You're my friend: I was the man the Duke spoke to; I helped the Duchess to cast off his ...
Fear, like a living fire that only death Might one day cool, had now in Avon's eyes Been witness for ...
What have the cavalry done? Cantered and trotted about, Routin' the enemy out, Causin' the beggars to run! And we ...
You ask why sometimes I say stop why sometimes I cry no while I shake with pleasure. What do I ...
Who is the happy husband? Why, indeed, 'Tis he who's useless in the time of need; Who, asked to unclasp ...
A heroic story I will unfold, Concerning Jenny Carrister, a heroine bold, Who lived in Australia, at a gold mine ...
In placid hours well-pleased we dream Of many a brave unbodied scheme. But form to lend, pulsed life create, What ...
My age, my beast, is there anyone Who can peer into your eyes And with his own blood fuse Two ...
If there were more than one of me I'd shave my head and grow my beard I'd be a Doctor ...
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