Mowgli’s Song Against People (Rudyard Kipling Poems)
I will let loose against you the fleet-footed vines-- I will call in the Jungle to stamp out your lines! ...
I will let loose against you the fleet-footed vines-- I will call in the Jungle to stamp out your lines! ...
And a poet said, "Speak to us of Beauty." Where shall you seek beauty, and how shall you find her ...
Share Christ's message go where He leads you set down your nets into the deep, deep waters A harvest as ...
The Return of the King And his reapers Gathering in the ones Eagerly waiting his return No more sin, no ...
The Return of the King And his reapers Gathering in the one Eagerly waiting his return No more sin, no ...
The Return of the King And his reapers Gathering in one Eagerly waiting his return No more sin, no more ...
The Return of the King And his reapers Gathering in ones Eagerly waiting his return No more sin, no more ...
She needed to be protected, provided for, to provide for Naomi, to be the best example of the converted; how ...
Tho' my destiny be Fustian -- Hers be damask fine -- Tho' she wear a silver apron -- I, a ...
I. Said Abner, ``At last thou art come! Ere I tell, ere thou speak, ``Kiss my cheek, wish me well!'' ...
I hear the oriole's always-grieving voice, And the rich summer's welcome loss I hear In the sickle's serpentine hiss Cutting ...
And the first grey of morning fill'd the east, And the fog rose out of the Oxus stream. But all ...
Go, for they call you, shepherd, from the hill; Go, shepherd, and untie the wattled cotes! No longer leave thy ...
THE SUN had clos'd the winter day, The curless quat their roarin play, And hunger'd maukin taen her way, To ...
See what delights in sylvan scenes appear! Descending Gods have found Elysium here. In woods bright Venus with Adonis stray'd, ...
MORNING and evening Maids heard the goblins cry: "Come buy our orchard fruits, Come buy, come buy: Apples and quinces, ...
They made the chamber sweet with flowers and leaves, And the bed sweet with flowers on which I lay; While ...
You too return, along with days gone, and flow again, my blue rivers, to carry on the songs of washerwomen, ...
The earth grows white with harvest; all day long The sickles gleam, until the darkness weaves Her web of silence ...
"It fell on a day, that he went out to his father to the reapers. And he said unto his ...
No more of talk where God or Angel guest With Man, as with his friend, familiar us'd, To sit indulgent, ...
In spring and summer winds may blow, And rains fall after, hard and fast; The tender leaves, if beaten low, ...
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