A Song at Cock-Crow (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
The first time that Peter denied his Lord He shrank from the cudgel, the scourge and the cord, But followed ...
The first time that Peter denied his Lord He shrank from the cudgel, the scourge and the cord, But followed ...
Despite the noon sun shimmering on Court Street, each day I leave my desk, and window-shop, waste time, and use ...
Once upon a time there was a person He was walking along He met the full burning moon Rolling slowly ...
the children played games getting from here to where the truth was without touching a flake needless to say the ...
now pay attention (said the teacher) and look up here the children looked up this is william shakespeare four centuries ...
(1) and off to scott's (the dockers' restaurant) burly men packed in round solid tables but what the helle (drowned ...
It would never be Common -- more -- I said -- Difference -- had begun -- Many a bitterness -- ...
In Winter in my Room I came upon a Worm -- Pink, lank and warm -- But as he was ...
Behold, from the land of the farther suns I returned. And I was in a reptile-swarming place, Peopled, otherwise, with ...
I was born in a drouth year. That summer my mother waited in the house, enclosed in the sun and ...
Black trees against an orange sky, Trees that the wind shook terribly, Like a harsh spume along the road, Quavering ...
(A Virginia Legend.) The Planting of the Hemp. Captain Hawk scourged clean the seas (Black is the gap below the ...
â?"Thass a funny title, Mr Bones. â?"When down she saw her feet, sweet fish, on the threshold, she considered her ...
I. You're my friend: I was the man the Duke spoke to; I helped the Duchess to cast off his ...
No, I shall not say why it is that I love you- Why do you ask me, save for vanity? ...
And the first grey of morning fill'd the east, And the fog rose out of the Oxus stream. But all ...
For what we owe to other days, Before we poisoned him with praise, May we who shrank to find him ...
My horse had been lamed in the foot In the rocks at the back of the run, So I camped ...
A prisoner under the stars I lie, With no friend near; To-morrow they lead me forth to die, The stake ...
I winged my bird, Though he flew toward the setting sun; But just as the shot rang out, he soared ...
I have studied many times The marble which was chiseled for me -- A boat with a furled sail at ...
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