Tomlinson (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
Now Tomlinson gave up the ghost in his house in Berkeley Square, And a Spirit came to his bedside and ...
Now Tomlinson gave up the ghost in his house in Berkeley Square, And a Spirit came to his bedside and ...
Fair Daffadils, we weep to see You haste away so soon; As yet the early-rising sun Has not attain'd his ...
Long I followed happy guides,- I could never reach their sides. Their step is forth, and, ere the day, Breaks ...
Venus, when her son was lost, Cried him up and down the coast, In hamlets, palaces, and parks, And told ...
Good-by, proud world, I'm going home, Thou'rt not my friend, and I'm not thine; Long through thy weary crowds I ...
Where the rough Caigra rolls the surgy wave, Urging his thunders thro' the echoing cave; Where the sharp rocks, in ...
The Saviour, what a noble flame Was kindled in his breast, When hasting to Jerusalem, He march'd before the rest. ...
The poplars are felled, farewell to the shade And the whispering sound of the cool colonnade: The winds play no ...
Now as an angler melancholy standing Upon a green bank yielding room for landing, A wriggling yellow worm thrust on ...
AS I stood by yon roofless tower, Where the wa'flow'r scents the dery air, Where the howlet mourns in her ...
KIND Sir, I've read your paper through, And faith, to me, 'twas really new! How guessed ye, Sir, what maist ...
AS I stood by yon roofless tower, Where the wa'flower scents the dewy air, Where the howlet mourns in her ...
Do you remember, passer-by, the path I wore across the lot where now stands the opera house, Hasting with swift ...
How wisely Nature did decree, With the same Eyes to weep and see! That, having view'd the object vain, They ...
That Providence which had so long the care Of Cromwell's head, and numbred ev'ry hair, Now in its self (the ...
A Poem upon the Death of His Late Highness the Lord Protector That Providence which had so long the care ...
All night the dreadless Angel, unpursued, Through Heaven's wide champain held his way; till Morn, Waked by the circling Hours, ...
O, for that warning voice, which he, who saw The Apocalypse, heard cry in Heaven aloud, Then when the Dragon, ...
Perplexed and troubled at his bad success The Tempter stood, nor had what to reply, Discovered in his fraud, thrown ...
How soon hath Time, the subtle thief of youth, Stoln on his wing my three and twentieth year! My hasting ...
VII How soon hath Time the suttle theef of youth, Stoln on his wing my three and twentith yeer! My ...
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