Rimmon (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
1903 After Boer War Duly with knees that feign to quake-- Bent head and shaded brow,-- Yet once again, for ...
1903 After Boer War Duly with knees that feign to quake-- Bent head and shaded brow,-- Yet once again, for ...
The fox pushes softly, blindly through me at night, between the liver and the stomach. Comes to the heart and ...
The blood of the lamb spirit, life, eternal life spread on the lintels of our hearts marking us, a chosen ...
Blood shed in fulfillment, willingly spilled for us spread blood of the lamb Blood on the lintels, the threshold, the ...
'A letter from my love to-day! Oh, unexpected, dear appeal!' She struck a happy tear away, And broke the crimson ...
Pale as the night that pales In the dawn's pearl-pure pavillion, I wait for thee, ...
Pale as the night that pales In the dawn's pearl-pure pavillion, I wait for thee, ...
PART I 'Tis the middle of night by the castle clock And the owls have awakened the crowing cock; Tu-whit!- ...
O Autumn, laden with fruit, and stain'd With the blood of the grape, pass not, but sit Beneath my shady ...
v.5,13-18 L. M. At the settlement of a church, or the ordination of a minister. Where shall we go to ...
By the waters of Babylon we sat down and wept, Remembering thee, That for ages of agony hast endured, and ...
Between the green bud and the red Youth sat and sang by Time, and shed From eyes and tresses flowers ...
DEAR sir, good-morrow! Five years back, When you first girded for this arduous track, And under various whimsical pretexts Endowed ...
God, if this were enough, That I see things bare to the buff And up to the buttocks in mire; ...
When I do count the clock that tells the time, And see the brave day sunk in hideous night; When ...
When I do count the clock that tells the time, And see the brave day sunk in hideous night; When ...
In the last spring I ever knew, In those last days, I sat in the forsaken orchard Where beyond fields ...
The Minstrel-Boy to the war is gone, In the ranks of death you'll find him; His father's sword he has ...
To the little, pitiful God I make my prayer, The God with the long grey beard And flowing robe fastened ...
I, who erewhile the happy Garden sung By one man's disobedience lost, now sing Recovered Paradise to all mankind, By ...
No more of talk where God or Angel guest With Man, as with his friend, familiar us'd, To sit indulgent, ...
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