The Truce of the Bear (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
Yearly, with tent and rifle, our careless white men go By the Pass called Muttianee, to shoot in the vale ...
Yearly, with tent and rifle, our careless white men go By the Pass called Muttianee, to shoot in the vale ...
There are who lord it o'er their fellow-men With most prevailing tinsel: who unpen Their baaing vanities, to browse away ...
Brooding on the eightieth letter of Fors Clavigera, I speak this in memory of my grandmother, whose childhood and prime ...
army hospital rheumatic fever bed-tied many weeks too embarrassed to ask for bedpan the rigmarole of screens and knowing attention ...
The God separated a spirit from Himself and fashioned it into Beauty. He showered upon her all the blessings of ...
The searing heat of truth the burning of the light as at creation piercing the darkness the day dividing the ...
Speaking eternal truths messages for each human heart words alive, relevant to our lives each day In the stories and ...
The message of creation of the creator the law and the prophets the coming of Christ the living church growing ...
Something amazing the power of the scriptures speaking to us each time we encounter reading the words of power Love ...
It was that one pivotal moment when it all began when the Word moved from heavenly sent to earthly spread ...
O Hymen king. Hymen, O Hymen king, what bitter thing is this? what shaft, tearing my heart? what scar, what ...
Have pity ! show no pity ! Those eyes that send such shivers Into my ...
Have pity ! show no pity ! Those eyes that send such shivers Into my ...
And I start wondering how they came to be blind. If it was congenital, they could be brothers and sister, ...
The world is full of women who'd tell me I should be ashamed of myself if they had the chance. ...
O God, take the sun from the sky! It's burning me, scorching me up. God, can't You hear my cry? ...
This is the law of the Yukon, and ever she makes it plain: "Send not your foolish and feeble; send ...
Out of the night a crash, A roar, a rampart of light; A flame that leaped like a lash, Searing ...
It's not for laws I've broken That bitter tears I've wept, But solemn vows I've spoken And promises unkept; It's ...
Kind solace in a dying hour! Such, father, is not (now) my theme- I will not madly deem that power ...
Across the meadow in brooding shadow I walk to drink of the autumn's wine The charm of story, the artist's ...
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