The Gift of the Sea (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
The dead child lay in the shroud, And the widow watched beside; And her mother slept, and the Channel swept ...
The dead child lay in the shroud, And the widow watched beside; And her mother slept, and the Channel swept ...
1896 They christened my brother of old-- And a saintly name he bears-- They gave him his place to hold ...
If you should look for this place after a handful of lifetimes: Perhaps of my planted forest a few May ...
A Nation of trees, drab green and desolate grey In the field uniform of modern wars, Darkens her hills, those ...
And some time make the time to drive out west Into County Clare, along the Flaggy Shore, In September or ...
In Memory of one of the Writer's Family who was a Volunteer during the War with Napoleon In a ferny ...
South of the Line, inland from far Durban, A mouldering soldier lies--your countryman. Awry and doubled up are his gray ...
To Jenny came a gentle youth From inland leazes lone; His love was fresh as apple-blooth By Parrett, Yeo, or ...
Somewhere afield here something lies In Earth's oblivious eyeless trust That moved a poet to prophecies - A pinch of ...
(at a Cathedral Service) THAT from this bright believing band An outcast I should be, That faiths by which my ...
That night your great guns, unawares, Shook all our coffins as we lay, And broke the chancel window-squares, We thought ...
for a man whose eyes till now were a bed of rock whose hands were drier than deserts the sea's ...
wherever there's a tear in the fabric around weymouth - portland appears from abbotsbury hill it's just a long thin ...
Gulls perched on the pilings a cormorant coursing low toward the open sea a breeze inland from the Atlantic up ...
There was something so very different so far from my ken, my experience sharing a tropical sunrise with her with ...
A dear old couple my grandparents were, And kind to all dumb things; they saw in Heaven The lamb that ...
June 22, 1611 THE SHALLOP ON HUDSON BAY One sail in sight upon the lonely sea And only one, God ...
I love thine inland seas, Thy groves of giant trees, Thy rolling plains; Thy rivers' mighty sweep, Thy mystic canyons ...
Exultation is the going Of an inland soul to sea, Past the houses -- past the headlands -- Into deep ...
Tales in the beginning didn't begin in the telling, they would have started no doubt, but not without a concrete ...
The sun goes down, and over all These barren reaches by the tide Such unelusive glories fall, I almost dream ...
Water and windmills, greenness, Islets green;-- Willows whose Trunks beside the shadows stood Of their own higher half, and willowy ...
This is a day of happiness, sweet peace, And heavenly sunshine; upon which conven'd In full assembly fair, once more ...
The sea runs back against itself With scarcely time for breaking wave To cannonade a slatey shelf And thunder under ...
Those moments, tasted once and never done, Of long surf breaking in the mid-day sun. A far-off blow-hole booming like ...
Tenderly, day that I have loved, I close your eyes, And smooth your quiet brow, and fold your thin dead ...
Swiftly out from the friendly lilt of the band, The crowd's good laughter, the loved eyes of men, I am ...
To exalt, enthrone, establish and defend, To welcome home mankind's mysterious friend Wine, true begetter of all arts that be; ...
Adieu to Belashanny! where I was bred and born; Go where I may, I'll think of you, as sure as ...
1 Faster, faster, 2 O Circe, Goddess, 3 Let the wild, thronging train 4 The bright procession 5 Of eddying ...
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