Danny Deever (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
"What are the bugles blowin' for?" said Files-on-Parade. "To turn you out, to turn you out", the Colour-Sergeant said. "What ...
"What are the bugles blowin' for?" said Files-on-Parade. "To turn you out, to turn you out", the Colour-Sergeant said. "What ...
Abdhur Rahman, the Durani Chief, of him is the story told. His mercy fills the Khyber hills -- his grace ...
Oh, East is East, and West is West, and never the twain shall meet, Till Earth and Sky stand presently ...
Here come I to my own again, Fed, forgiven and known again, Claimed by bone of my bone again And ...
St. Agnes' Eve--Ah, bitter chill it was! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold; The hare limp'd trembling through ...
Runs falls rises stumbles on from darkness into darkness and the darkness thicketed with shapes of terror and the hunters ...
Good people all, of every sort, Give ear unto my song; And if you find it wondrous short, It cannot ...
Mary sat musing on the lamp-flame at the table Waiting for Warren. When she heard his step, She ran on ...
One evening at dusk as Noah stood on his Ark, Putting green oil in starboard side lamp, His wife came ...
What shall I do -- it whimpers so -- This little Hound within the Heart All day and night with ...
This Merit hath the worst -- It cannot be again -- When Fate hath taunted last And thrown Her furthest ...
This Consciousness that is aware Of Neighbors and the Sun Will be the one aware of Death And that itself ...
Good to hide, and hear 'em hunt! Better, to be found, If one care to, that is, The Fox fits ...
This heart that broke so long -- These feet that never flagged -- This faith that watched for star in ...
PART I On Susquehanna's side, fair Wyoming! Although the wild-flower on thy ruin'd wall, And roofless homes, a sad remembrance ...
Here lies, whom hound did ne'er pursue, Nor swiftewd greyhound follow, Whose foot ne'er tainted morning dew, Nor ear heard ...
"Lord, being dark," I said, "I cannot bear The further touch of earth, the scented air; Lord, being dark, forewilled ...
Blow, blow your trumpets till they crack, Ye little men of little souls! And bid them huddle at your back ...
The First Voice HE trilled a carol fresh and free, He laughed aloud for very glee: There came a breeze ...
I turn around on the gravel and go back to the house for a book, something to read at the ...
The sea runs back against itself With scarcely time for breaking wave To cannonade a slatey shelf And thunder under ...
Captain O'Hare was a mariner brave; He refused to abandon his ship; A hero, he sleeps in a watery grave- ...
We know where deepest lies the snow, And where the frost-winds keenest blow, O'er every mountain's brow, We long have ...
ADVERTISEMENT "The grand army of the Turks, (in 1715), under the Prime Vizier, to open to themselves a way into ...
'Twas after dread Pultowa's day, When fortune left the royal Swede - Around a slaughtered army lay, No more to ...
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
I'm scared a lonely. Never see my son, easy be not to see anyone, combers out to sea know they're ...
A quay with vessels moored Thomas To India! Yea, here I may take ship; From here the courses go over ...
Nel mezzo del cammin di nostra vita mi ritrovai per una selva oscura ch? la diritta via era smarrita . ...
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