The Song of the Dead (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
Hear now the Song of the Dead -- in the North by the torn berg-edges -- They that look still ...
Hear now the Song of the Dead -- in the North by the torn berg-edges -- They that look still ...
Oh! hush thee, my baby, the night is behind us And black are the waters that sparkled so green. The ...
This ballad appears to refer to one of the exploits of the notorious Paul Jones, the American pirate. It is ...
The Song of Mowgli -- I, Mowgli, am singing. Let the jungle listen to the things I have done. Shere ...
I met my mates in the morning (and oh, but I am old!) Where roaring on the ledges the summer ...
Oh gallant was our galley from her caren steering-wheel To her figurehead of silver and her beak of hammered steel; ...
I. Fair Isabel, poor simple Isabel! Lorenzo, a young palmer in Love's eye! They could not in the self-same mansion ...
Now the summer perch flips twice and glides a lateral fathom at the first cold rain, the surface near to ...
SHE has gone,-- she has left us in passion and pride,-- Our stormy-browed sister, so long at our side! She ...
Terrifying are the attent sleek thrushes on the lawn, More coiled steel than living - a poised Dark deadly eye, ...
Look at my knees, That island rising from the steamy seas! The candles a tall lightship; my two hands Are ...
The creatures of the air are the creatures of creation Birds, bats, flying squirrel, flying fish, cardinals, crow, pelican, penguin, ...
I Because I do not hope to turn again Because I do not hope Because I do not hope to ...
Memory: I can take my head and strike it on a wall on Cumberland Island Where the night tide came ...
''Tis the voice of the Lobster: I heard him declare 'You have baked me too brown, I must sugar my ...
Oh, the shark has pretty teeth, dear And he shows them pearly white. Just a jack knife has Macheath, dear ...
(A Virginia Legend.) The Planting of the Hemp. Captain Hawk scourged clean the seas (Black is the gap below the ...
I. You're my friend: I was the man the Duke spoke to; I helped the Duchess to cast off his ...
At low tide like this how sheer the water is. White, crumbling ribs of marl protrude and ...
A quay with vessels moored Thomas To India! Yea, here I may take ship; From here the courses go over ...
You'll rejoice at how many kinds of shit there are: gosling shit (which J. Williams said something was as green ...
We see it each day in the paper, And know that there's mischief in store; That some unprofessional caper Has ...
It was the man from Ironbark who struck the Sydney town, He wandered over street and park, he wandered up ...
It was a man from Ironbark who struck the Sydney town, He wandered over street and park, he wandered up ...
The Maoris are a mighty race -- the finest ever known; Before the missionaries came they worshipped wood and stone; ...
How pleasant to sit on the beach, On the beach, on the sand, in the sun, With ocean galore within ...
All the air conditioners now slacken their hummed carrier wave. Once again we've served our three months with remissions in ...
About the Shark, phlegmatical one, Pale sot of the Maldive sea, The sleek little pilot-fish, azure and slim, How alert ...
ALL day they loitered by the resting ships, Telling their beauties over, taking stock; At night the verdict left my ...
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