The Peace Of Dives (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
The Word came down to Dives in Torment where he lay: "Our World is full of wickedness, My Children maim ...
The Word came down to Dives in Torment where he lay: "Our World is full of wickedness, My Children maim ...
THE TURN Brave infant of Saguntum, clear Thy coming forth in that great year, When the prodigious Hannibal did crown ...
Long have I framed weak phantasies of Thee, O Willer masked and dumb! Who makest Life become, - As though ...
just as the dusk comes hooting down through the shivering black leaves of the swinging trees we (the brave ones ...
Nocturnal marauders in my yard Villains of the woods, with masks to boot Out in my land looking for food ...
Enduring an inguinal hernia repair can drive you to despair, it is a monumental nonsense; in my defence I hadn't ...
' SISTER, you've sat there all the day, Come to the hearth awhile; The wind so wildly sweeps away, The ...
Remembering the Strait of Belle Isle or some northerly harbor of Labrador, before he became a schoolteacher a great-uncle painted ...
Then was my neophyte, Child in white blood bent on its knees Under the bell of rocks, Ducked in the ...
At break of day the College Portress came: She brought us Academic silks, in hue The lilac, with a silken ...
Now, scarce three paces measured from the mound, We stumbled on a stationary voice, And 'Stand, who goes?' 'Two from ...
AT dawn the ridge emerges massed and dun In the wild purple of the glow'ring sun, Smouldering through spouts of ...
I weep for Adonais -he is dead! O, weep for Adonais! though our tears Thaw not the frost which binds ...
O HOW much more doth beauty beauteous seem By that sweet ornament which truth doth give! The Rose looks fair, ...
O, how much more doth beauty beauteous seem By that sweet ornament which truth doth give! The rose looks fair, ...
Full many a glorious morning have I seen Flatter the mountaintops with sovereign eye, Kissing with golden face the meadows ...
O, how much more doth beauty beauteous seem By that sweet ornament which truth doth give! The rose looks fair, ...
That thou art blamed shall not be thy defect, For slander's mark was ever yet the fair; The ornament of ...
Not easy to state the change you made. If I'm alive now, then I was dead, Though, like a stone, ...
Old goatherds swear how all night long they hear The warning whirr and burring of the bird Who wakes with ...
I I have loved England, dearly and deeply, Since that first morning, shining and pure, The white cliffs of Dover ...
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