The Day’s Work (Rudyard Kipling Poems)
We now, held in captivity, Spring to our bondage nor grieve-- See now, how it is blesseder, Brothers, to give ...
We now, held in captivity, Spring to our bondage nor grieve-- See now, how it is blesseder, Brothers, to give ...
Sadly I walk'd within the field, To see what comfort it would yield; And as I went my private way, ...
In Memory of one of the Writer's Family who was a Volunteer during the War with Napoleon In a ferny ...
they say in the local sanctuary owls are the stupidest creatures all this wisdom business is the mythological media at ...
The south-wind brings Life, sunshine, and desire, And on every mount and meadow Breathes aromatic fire, But over the dead ...
as if it were a scene made-up by the mind, that is not mine, but is a made place, that ...
In the pleasant time of Pentecost, By the little river Kyll, I followed the angler's winding path Or waded the ...
I tried to think a lonelier Thing Than any I had seen -- Some Polar Expiation -- An Omen in ...
Gathered into the Earth, And out of story -- Gathered so that strange Fame -- That lonesome Glory That hath ...
Lays of Mystery, Imagination, and Humor Number 1 I dreamt I dwelt in marble halls, And each damp thing that ...
This is a day of happiness, sweet peace, And heavenly sunshine; upon which conven'd In full assembly fair, once more ...
'Twas after dread Pultowa's day, When fortune left the royal Swede - Around a slaughtered army lay, No more to ...
I. You're my friend: I was the man the Duke spoke to; I helped the Duchess to cast off his ...
THIS 1 wot ye all whom it concerns, I, Rhymer Robin, alias Burns, October twenty-third, A ne'er-to-be-forgotten day, Sae far ...
From time to time, lifting his eyes, he sees The soft blue starlight through the one small window, The moon ...
The day returns again, my natal day; What mix'd emotions with the Thought arise! Beloved friend, four years have pass'd ...
How changed is here each spot man makes or fills! In the two Hinkseys nothing keeps the same; The village ...
No matter what life you lead the virgin is a lovely number: cheeks as fragile as cigarette paper, arms and ...
They came from a land beyond the sea, And now o'er the western main Set sail, in their good ships, ...
ALL day they loitered by the resting ships, Telling their beauties over, taking stock; At night the verdict left my ...
He comes; I hear him up the street-- Bird of ill omen, flapping wide The pinion of a printed sheet, ...
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