England’s Answer (Rudyard Kipling Poems)
Truly ye come of The Blood; slower to bless than to ban; Little used to lie down at the bidding ...
Truly ye come of The Blood; slower to bless than to ban; Little used to lie down at the bidding ...
Dim dawn behind the tamerisks -- the sky is saffron-yellow -- As the women in the village grind the corn, ...
(It is not for them to criticize too minutely the methods the Irish followed, though they might deplore some of ...
Written for John Lockwood Kipling's They killed a Child to please the Gods In Earth's young penitence, And I have ...
LONG-EXPECTED one and twenty Ling'ring year at last has flown, Pomp and pleasure, pride and plenty Great Sir John, are ...
If I were king, my pipe should be premier. The skies of time and chance are seldom clear, We would ...
Thrice, and above, blest, my soul's half, art thou, In thy both last and better vow; Could'st leave the city, ...
The piper coming from far away is you With a whitewash brush for a sporran Wobbling round you, a kitchen ...
in my reading of the moment i have learned the figure next to christ in da vinci's last supper (a ...
Bind to us on our leaving our being sent into the world the remnant of your blessing the rock of ...
Our lives different, happy shining, his light reflected when we are content, sharing our abundance secure with our lot, able ...
Sweet, bide with me and let my love Be an enduring tether; Oh, wanton not from spot to spot, But ...
It is a pristine page, clean on the blue screen where I compose, I don't expect it to stay that ...
O God of earth and altar, Bow down and hear our cry, Our earthly rulers falter, Our people drift and ...
What body can be ploughed, Sown, and broken yearly? But she would not die, she vowed, But she has, nearly. ...
Look, how those steep woods on the mountain's face Burn, burn against the sunset; now the cold Invades our very ...
SHORTLY AFTER THE REVIVAL OF LEARNING IN EUROPE. Let us begin and carry up this corpse, Singing together. Leave we ...
NO more wine? then we'll push back chairs and talk. A final glass for me, though: cool, i' faith! We ...
A PICTURE AT FANO. I. Dear and great Angel, wouldst thou only leave That child, when thou hast done with ...
A GUID New-year I wish thee, Maggie! Hae, there's a ripp to thy auld baggie: Tho' thou's howe-backit now, an' ...
AS Mailie, an' her lambs thegither, Was ae day nibbling on the tether, Upon her cloot she coost a hitch, ...
I GAT your letter, winsome Willie; Wi' gratefu' heart I thank you brawlie; Tho' I maun say't, I wad be ...
WHEN chapman billies leave the street, And drouthy neibors, neibors, meet; As market days are wearing late, And folk begin ...
A Tale "Of Brownyis and of Bogilis full is this Buke." -Gawin Douglas. When chapman billies leave the street, And ...
UPON 1 a simmer Sunday morn When Nature's face is fair, I walked forth to view the corn, An' snuff ...
Where the sea forever dances Over lonely cliff and dune, Where sweet twilight's vapor glances In a warmer-glowing moon, Where ...
Wearily, drearily, Half the day long, Flap the great banners High over the stone; Strangely and eerily Sounds the wind's ...
Wearily, drearily, Half the day long, Flap the great banners High over the stone; Strangely and eerily Sounds the wind's ...
Out of the earth to rest or range Perpetual in perpetual change, The unknown passing through the strange. Water and ...
To range, deep-wrapt, along a heavenly height, O'erseeing all that man but undersees; To loiter down lone alleys of delight, ...
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