The Undertaker’s Horse (Rudyard Kipling Poems)
The eldest son bestrides him, And the pretty daughter rides him, And I meet him oft o' mornings on the ...
The eldest son bestrides him, And the pretty daughter rides him, And I meet him oft o' mornings on the ...
Lord when the wise men came from farr, Led to thy Cradle by a Starr, Then did the shepherds too ...
CLORIS, it is not thy disdaine Can ever cover with dispaire Or in cold ashes hide that care Which I ...
LORD when the wise men came from farr Ledd to thy Cradle by A Starr, Then did the shepheards too ...
Sometime there ben a lyttel boy That wolde not renne and play, And helpless like that little tyke Ben allwais ...
Come hither, lyttel childe, and lie upon my breast to-night, For yonder fares an angell yclad in raimaunt white, And ...
At Madge, ye hoyden, gossips scofft, Ffor that a romping wench was shee-- "Now marke this rede," they bade her ...
Whenas ye plaisaunt Aperille shoures have washed and purged awaye Ye poysons and ye rheums of earth to make a ...
THE change of food enjoyment is to man; In this, t'include the woman is my plan. I cannot guess why ...
OFT have I seen in wedlock with surprise, That most forgot from which true bliss would rise When marriage for ...
At last, my old inveterate foe, No opposition shalt thou know. Since I by struggling, can obtain Nothing, but encrease ...
The sense of the world is short, Long and various the report,- To love and be beloved; Men and gods ...
Just as He spoke it from his Hands This Edifice remain -- A Turret more, a Turret less Dishonor his ...
Eclogue the First. Whanne Englonde, smeethynge from her lethal wounde, From her galled necke dyd twytte the chayne awaie, Kennynge ...
I have a horse - a ryghte good horse - Ne doe Y envye those Who scoure ye playne yn ...
She's gone -- and twice the summer's sun Has gilt Regina's towers, And melted wild Angora's snows, And warmed Exina's ...
Come, walk with me, There's only thee To bless my spirit now - We used to love on winter nights ...
Shut, shut the door, good John! fatigu'd, I said, Tie up the knocker, say I'm sick, I'm dead. The dog-star ...
Dear Thomas, didst thou never pop Thy head into a tin-man's shop? There, Thomas, didst thou never see ('Tis but ...
Love, light for me Thy ruddiest blazing torch, That I, albeit a beggar by the Porch Of the glad Palace ...
High on a throne of royal state, which far Outshone the wealth or Ormus and of Ind, Or where the ...
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