South Africa (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
1903 Lived a woman wonderful, (May the Lord amend her!) Neither simple, kind, nor true, But her Pagan beauty drew ...
1903 Lived a woman wonderful, (May the Lord amend her!) Neither simple, kind, nor true, But her Pagan beauty drew ...
With what a childish and short-sighted sense Fear seeks for safety; recons up the days Of danger and escape, the ...
Reason will not decide at last; the sword will decide. The sword: an obsolete instrument of bronze or steel, formerly ...
Even now this landscape is assembling. The hills darken. The oxen Sleep in their blue yoke, The fields having been ...
Ishmael, oh Ishmael set down the rock Isaac, oh Isaac drop your sword. For as you do, so do your ...
No spring nor summer Beauty hath such grace As I have seen in one autumnall face. Young beauties force our ...
Wind of the dead men's feet, Blow down the empty street Of this old city by the sea With news ...
WHEN that Aprilis, with his showers swoot*, *sweet The drought of March hath pierced to the root, And bathed every ...
A green and silent spot, amid the hills, A small and silent dell ! O'er stiller place No singing sky-lark ...
New England. 1 Alas, dear Mother, fairest Queen and best, 2 With honour, wealth, and peace happy and blest, 3 ...
THERE are some powerful odours that can pass Out of the stoppard flagon; even glass To them is porous. Oft ...
The shadowy Daughter of Urthona stood before red Orc, When fourteen suns had faintly journey'd o'er his dark abode: His ...
Come, kings, and listen to my song: When Gwin, the son of Nore, Over the nations of the North His ...
AFRICA I will sing you a song of Los. the Eternal Prophet: He sung it to four harps at the ...
In seed time learn, in harvest teach, in winter enjoy. Drive your cart and your plow over the bones of ...
The Argument. Rintrah roars & shakes his fires in the burdend air; Hungry clouds swag on the deep Once meek, ...
In seed time learn, in harvest teach, in winter enjoy. Drive your cart and your plow over the bones of ...
Soul O Who shall, from this Dungeon, raise A Soul inslav'd so many wayes? With bolts of Bones, that fetter'd ...
I O fairest flower no sooner blown but blasted, Soft silken Primrose fading timelesslie, Summers chief honour if thou hadst ...
High on a throne of royal state, which far Outshone the wealth or Ormus and of Ind, Or where the ...
Undoubtedly he will relent, and turn From his displeasure; in whose look serene, When angry most he seemed and most ...
So spake the Son of God; and Satan stood A while as mute, confounded what to say, What to reply, ...
Fair is the wedded reign of Night and Day. Each rules a half of earth with different sway, Exchanging kingdoms, ...
Frowning, the owl in the oak complained him Sore, that the song of the robin restrained him Wrongly of slumber, ...
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