Gunga Din (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
You may talk o' gin and beer When you're quartered safe out 'ere, An' you're sent to penny-fights an' Aldershot ...
You may talk o' gin and beer When you're quartered safe out 'ere, An' you're sent to penny-fights an' Aldershot ...
O blush not so! O blush not so! Or I shall think you knowing; And if you smile the blushing ...
In nineteen hundred forty-nine China was won by Mao Tse-tung Chiang Kai-shek's army ran away They were waiting there in ...
THE key, which opes the chest of hoarded gold. Unlocks the heart that favours would withhold. To this the god ...
The three stood listening to a fresh access Of wind that caught against the house a moment, Gulped snow, and ...
I'm going out to clean the pasture spring; I'll only stop to rake the leaves away (And wait to watch ...
No matter -- now -- Sweet -- But when I'm Earl -- Won't you wish you'd spoken To that dull ...
What is -- "Paradise" -- Who live there -- Are they "Farmers" -- Do they "hoe" -- Do they know ...
BY QUEVEDO REDIVIVUS SUGGESTED BY THE COMPOSITION SO ENTITLED BY THE AUTHOR OF 'WAT TYLER' 'A Daniel come to judgment! ...
The art of losing isn't hard to master; so many things seem filled with the intent to be lost that ...
The directions to the lunatic asylum were confusing, more likely they were the random associations and confused ramblings of a ...
The directions to the lunatic asylum were confusing, more likely they were the random associations and confused ramblings of a ...
And death shall have no dominion. Dead mean naked they shall be one With the man in the wind and ...
Stella this day is thirty-four, (We shan't dispute a year or more:) However, Stella, be not troubled, Although thy size ...
Stella this Day is thirty four, (We shan't dispute a Year or more) However Stella, be not troubled, Although thy ...
A bright moon rising above Tian Shan Mountain, Lost in a vast ocean of clouds. The long wind, across thousands ...
Amongst the grandeur of Hua Shan I climb to the Flower Peak, and fancy I see fairies and immortals carrying ...
Viciousness in the kitchen! The potatoes hiss. It is all Hollywood, windowless, The fluorescent light wincing on and off like ...
(Another version of "A Terre".) To Siegfried Sassoon My arms have mutinied against me -- brutes! My fingers fidget like ...
There was a rich old gentleman Lived on a lonely moor in Switzerland, And he was very hard to the ...
Pitch here the tent, while the old horse grazes: By the old hedge-side we'll halt a stage. It's nigh my ...
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