The Prodigal Son (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
Here come I to my own again, Fed, forgiven and known again, Claimed by bone of my bone again And ...
Here come I to my own again, Fed, forgiven and known again, Claimed by bone of my bone again And ...
St. Agnes' Eve--Ah, bitter chill it was! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold; The hare limp'd trembling through ...
THE sun had wheeled from Grey's to Dammer's Crest, And still I mused on that Thing imminent: At length I ...
When she goes to Hollywood she is an angel. She writes in red red lipstick on the window of her ...
Then an old man, a keeper of an inn, said, "Speak to us of Eating and Drinking." And he said: ...
Today you walk down the street, And do just what you please; Making crooked deals in allies, As if no ...
Your soul was lifted by the wings today Hearing the master of the violin: You praised him, praised the great ...
Thou youngest virgin-daughter of the skies, Made in the last promotion of the Blest; Whose palms, new pluck'd from Paradise, ...
To the Pious Memory of the Accomplished Young Lady, Mrs Anne Killigrew, Excellent in the Two Sister-arts of Poesy and ...
A tale that the poet Rückert told To German children, in days of old; Disguised in a random, rollicking rhyme ...
I can love both fair and brown, Her whom abundance melts, and her whom want betrays, Her who loves loneness ...
This heart that broke so long -- These feet that never flagged -- This faith that watched for star in ...
All these my banners be. I sow my pageantry In May -- It rises train by train -- Then sleeps ...
(Mark, xi.17) Thy mansion is the Christian's heart, O Lord, Thy dwelling place secure! Bid the unruly throng depart, And ...
(Judges, vi.25) Jesus! whose blood so freely stream'd To satisfy the law's demand; By Thee from guilt and wrath redeem'd, ...
Late, late yestreen I saw the new Moon, With the old Moon in her arms ; And I fear, I ...
Blow, blow your trumpets till they crack, Ye little men of little souls! And bid them huddle at your back ...
Severed and gone, so many years! And art thou still so dear to me, That throbbing heart and burning tears ...
'Twas after dread Pultowa's day, When fortune left the royal Swede - Around a slaughtered army lay, No more to ...
LARA. CANTO THE FIRST. I. The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, And slavery half forgets her ...
Free of memory and of hope, limitless, abstract, almost future, the dead man is not a dead man: he is ...
NO more wine? then we'll push back chairs and talk. A final glass for me, though: cool, i' faith! We ...
THERE'S Auld Rob Morris that wons in yon glen, He's the King o' gude fellows, and wale o' auld men; ...
O WHA my babie-clouts will buy? O wha will tent me when I cry? Wha will kiss me where I ...
George was lying in his trailer, flat on his back, watching a small portable T.V. His dinner dishes were undone, ...
On the fair green hills of Rio There grows a fearful stain: The poor who come to Rio And can't ...
THERE was a lass, and she was fair, At kirk or market to be seen; When a' our fairest maids ...
O LEAVE novels, 1 ye Mauchline belles, Ye're safer at your spinning-wheel; Such witching books are baited hooks For rakish ...
WHILE new-ca'd kye rowte at the stake An' pownies reek in pleugh or braik, This hour on e'enin's edge I ...
O WILLIE 1 brew'd a peck o' maut, And Rob and Allen cam to see; Three blyther hearts, that lee-lang ...
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