Off the Turnpike (Amy Lowell Poem)
Good ev'nin', Mis' Priest. I jest stepped in to tell you Good-bye. Yes, it's all over. All my things is ...
Poems about ind (31 Poems)
Sword Blades and Poppy Seed (Amy Lowell Poem)
A drifting, April, twilight sky, A wind which blew the puddles dry, And slapped the river into waves That ran ...
The Widow at Windsor (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
'Ave you 'eard o' the Widow at Windsor With a hairy gold crown on 'er 'ead? She 'as ships on ...
Troopin’ (Rudyard Kipling Poems)
Troopin', troopin', troopin' to the sea: 'Ere's September come again -- the six-year men are free. O leave the dead ...
Tommy (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
I went into a public-'ouse to get a pint o' beer, The publican 'e up an' sez, "We serve no ...
The Sergeant’s Weddin’ (Rudyard Kipling Poems)
'E was warned agin' 'er -- That's what made 'im look; She was warned agin' 'im -- That is why ...
Screw-Guns (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
Smokin' my pipe on the mountings, sniffin' the mornin' cool, I walks in my old brown gaiters along o' my ...
Route Marchin’ (Rudyard Kipling Poems)
We're marchin' on relief over Injia's sunny plains, A little front o' Christmas-time an' just be'ind the Rains; Ho! get ...
The Return (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
Peace is declared, and I return To 'Ackneystadt, but not the same; Things 'ave transpired which made me learn The ...
Oonts (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
Wot makes the soldier's 'eart to penk, wot makes 'im to perspire? It isn't standin' up to charge nor lyin' ...
Mary, Pity Women! (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
You call yourself a man, For all you used to swear, An' Leave me, as you can, My certain shame ...
The Men That Fought at Minden (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
The men that fought at Minden, they was rookies in their time -- So was them that fought at Waterloo! ...
Mandalay (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
By the old Moulmein Pagoda, lookin' eastward to the sea, There's a Burma girl a-settin', and I know she thinks ...
Loot (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
If you've ever stole a pheasant-egg be'ind the keeper's back, If you've ever snigged the washin' from the line, If ...
Half-Ballad of Waterval (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
(Non-commissioned Officers in Charge of Prisoners) When by the labor of my 'ands I've 'elped to pack a transport tight ...
The ‘eathen (Rudyard Kipling Poems)
The 'eathen in 'is blindness bows down to wood an' stone; 'E don't obey no orders unless they is 'is ...
Columns (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
(Mobile Columns of the Boer War) Out o' the wilderness, dusty an' dry (Time, an' 'igh time to be trekkin' ...
Cholera Camp (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
We've got the cholerer in camp -- it's worse than forty fights; We're dyin' in the wilderness the same as ...
Certain Maxims Of Hafiz (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
I. If It be pleasant to look on, stalled in the packed serai, Does not the Young Man try Its ...
Chant-Pagan (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
Me that 'ave been what I've been -- Me that 'ave gone where I've gone -- Me that 'ave seen ...
“Birds of Prey” March (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
March! The mud is cakin' good about our trousies. Front! -- eyes front, an' watch the Colour-casin's drip. Front! The ...
Gunga Din (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
You may talk o' gin and beer When you're quartered safe out 'ere, An' you're sent to penny-fights an' Aldershot ...
Song of the Indian Maid, from ‘Endymion’ (John Keats Poems)
O SORROW! Why dost borrow The natural hue of health, from vermeil lips?-- To give maiden blushes To the white ...
To John Hamilton Reynolds (John Keats Poem)
O that a week could be an age, and we Felt parting and warm meeting every week, Then one poor ...
A COUNTRY LIFE:TO HIS BROTHER, MR THOMAS HERRICK (Robert Herrick Poem)
Thrice, and above, blest, my soul's half, art thou, In thy both last and better vow; Could'st leave the city, ...
THE COUNTRY LIFE: (Robert Herrick Poem)
TO THE HONOURED MR ENDYMION PORTER, GROOM OF THE BED-CHAMBER TO HIS MAJESTY Sweet country life, to such unknown, Whose ...
At the War Office, London (Thomas Hardy Poem)
I Last year I called this world of gain-givings The darkest thinkable, and questioned sadly If my own land could ...
The Sompnour’s Tale (Geoffrey Chaucer Poems)
THE PROLOGUE. The Sompnour in his stirrups high he stood, Upon this Friar his hearte was so wood,* *furious That ...
Djolan (Ellis Parker Butler Poem)
Soft was the night, the eve how airy, When through the big, fat dictionary I wandered on in careless ease, ...
Paradise Lost: Book 02 (John Milton Poems)
High on a throne of royal state, which far Outshone the wealth or Ormus and of Ind, Or where the ...