Things and the Man (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
Oh ye who hold the written clue To all save all unwritten things, And, half a league behind, pursue The ...
Oh ye who hold the written clue To all save all unwritten things, And, half a league behind, pursue The ...
Heh! Walk her round. Heave, ah heave her short again! Over, snatch her over, there, and hold her on the ...
(From Frise on the Somme in February, 1917, in answer to a letter saying: "I am just finishing my 'Faun's ...
So easy, to listen to the wind to doubt, to sink, to see the mountain, not the path to climb ...
Holy God, Creator and sustainer of the earth, I offer this prayer for myself and the world. I thank you ...
GROWLTIGER was a Bravo Cat, who lived upon a barge; In fact he was the roughest cat that ever roamed ...
The Druids waved their golden knives And danced around the Oak When they had sacrificed a man; But though the ...
I How should I seek to make a song for thee When all my music is to moan thy name? ...
I How should I seek to make a song for thee When all my music is to moan thy name? ...
(France -- Ancient Regime.) I. Go away! Go away; I will not confess to you! His black biretta clings like ...
Gods, what a black, fierce day! The clouds were iron, Wrenched to strange, rugged shapes; the red sun winked Over ...
It was not when temptation came, Swiftly and blastingly as flame, And seared me white with burning scars; When I ...
Always for the first time Hardly do I know you by sight You return at some hour of the night ...
CARRYING bouquet, and handkerchief, and gloves, Proud of her height as when she lived, she moves With all the careless ...
Gone are the days when you could walk on water. When you could walk. The days are gone. Only one ...
'TWAS 1 in that place o' Scotland's isle, That bears the name o' auld King Coil, Upon a bonie day ...
1 You, once a belle in Shreveport, with henna-colored hair, skin like a peachbud, still have your dresses copied from ...
I I have loved England, dearly and deeply, Since that first morning, shining and pure, The white cliffs of Dover ...
So swift the hours are moving Unto the time unproved: Farewell my love unloving, Farewell my love beloved! What! are ...
Hot August noon: already on that day Since sunrise through the Wiltshire downs, most sad Of mouth and eye, he ...
I have known the silence of the stars and of the sea, And the silence of the city when it ...
"I'd rather make $700 a week playing a maid than earn $7 a day being a maid". Hattie McDaniel. I'm ...
Oh, I have tried to laugh the pain away, Let new flames brush my love-springs like a feather. But the ...
Numb, stiff, broken by no sleep, I keep night watch. Looking for signs to quiet fear, I creep closer to ...
Someone was calling someone; now they've stopped. Beyond the glass the rose vines quiver as in a light wind, but ...
Frowning, the owl in the oak complained him Sore, that the song of the robin restrained him Wrongly of slumber, ...
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