Sappers (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
When the Waters were dried an' the Earth did appear, ("It's all one," says the Sapper), The Lord He created ...
When the Waters were dried an' the Earth did appear, ("It's all one," says the Sapper), The Lord He created ...
If you've ever stole a pheasant-egg be'ind the keeper's back, If you've ever snigged the washin' from the line, If ...
This fell when dinner-time was done -- 'Twixt the first an' the second rub -- That oor mon Jock cam' ...
An unwrapped icon, too potent to touch, she freed my breasts from the camp Empire dress. Now one of them's ...
O Sacred Providence, who from end to end Strongly and sweetly movest! shall I write, And not of thee, through ...
High the vanes of Shrewsbury gleam Islanded in Severn stream; The bridges from the steepled crest Cross the water east ...
Between my finger and my thumb The squat pin rest; snug as a gun. Under my window, a clean rasping ...
i i shall die yearning a hand reaching out to a face that isn't there a face seeking a hand ...
I In the depths of the Greyhound Terminal sitting dumbly on a baggage truck looking at the sky waiting for ...
Turning the sod creating the garden where the ledge grew nothing but stone lines in the granite the beautiful vein ...
The ground yielding its stones buried under the soil the rich loam, the grassy lawns the forests, the brush hidden ...
The sod, the earth, willingly giving to the bite of my spade, soil rich wet loam, clean clear of rocks, ...
Something about the forty something temperature the warm rain yesterday, the melting snow and ice made my mind wander to ...
A CERTAIN pious rector (John his name), But little preached, except when vintage came; And then no preparation he required ...
He saw her from the bottom of the stairs Before she saw him. She was starting down, Looking back over ...
In town to sell his fruit, he saw her- Françoise in her summer slacks- turning to him, coming back to ...
When Sam Small joined the regiment, 'E were no' but a raw recruit, And they marched 'im away one wint'ry ...
Bereaved of all, I went abroad -- No less bereaved was I Upon a New Peninsula -- The Grave preceded ...
All these my banners be. I sow my pageantry In May -- It rises train by train -- Then sleeps ...
I never told the buried gold Upon the hill -- that lies -- I saw the sun -- his plunder ...
THE worm, the rich worm, has a noble domain In the field that is stored with its millions of slain ...
WHEN that Aprilis, with his showers swoot*, *sweet The drought of March hath pierced to the root, And bathed every ...
The Hunting The Bellman looked uffish, and wrinkled his brow. "If only you'd spoken before! It's excessively awkward to mention ...
Inscribed to a Dear Child: In Memory of Golden Summer Hours And Whispers of a Summer Sea Girt with a ...
Dedication Inscribed to a dear Child: in memory of golden summer hours and whispers of a summer sea. Girt with ...
The castle clock had tolled midnight: With mattock and with spade, And silent, by the torches' light, His corse in ...
I remember, it was a morning, in summer, The window was half-open, I drew near, I could see my father ...
(A Virginia Legend.) The Planting of the Hemp. Captain Hawk scourged clean the seas (Black is the gap below the ...
THE PUDDING MASTER OF STANLEY BASIN Tree, snow and rock beginnings, the mountain in back of the lake promised us ...
I mind me in the days departed, How often underneath the sun With childish bounds I used to run To ...
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