The Reformers (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
1901 Not in the camp his victory lies Or triumph in the market-place, Who is his Nation's sacrifice To turn ...
1901 Not in the camp his victory lies Or triumph in the market-place, Who is his Nation's sacrifice To turn ...
Too late, alas! the song To remedy the wrong; -- The rooms are taken from us, swept and garnished for ...
O learned man who never learned to learn, Save to deduce, by timid steps and small, From towering smoke that ...
Lord Lilac thought it rather rotten That Shakespeare should be quite forgotten, And therefore got on a Committee With several ...
Come queen of months in company Wi all thy merry minstrelsy The restless cuckoo absent long And twittering swallows chimney ...
The last year's leaves are on the beech: The twigs are black; the cold is dry; To deeps byond the ...
Unflinching hero, watchful to foresee And face thy country's peril wheresoe'er, Directing war and peace with equal care, Till by ...
Slowly up silent peaks, the white edge of the world, Trod four archangels, clear against the unheeding sky, Bearing, with ...
Slowly up silent peaks, the white edge of the world, Trod four archangels, clear against the unheeding sky, Bearing, with ...
Here, where love's stuff is body, arm and side Are stabbing-sweet 'gainst chair and lamp and wall. In every touch ...
Well, I was tired of life; the silly folk, The tiresome noises, all the common things I loved once, crushed ...
A Fragment of a Turkish Tale The tale which these disjointed fragments present, is founded upon circumstances now less common ...
LARA. CANTO THE FIRST. I. The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, And slavery half forgets her ...
All lovely things will have an ending, All lovely things will fade and die, And youth, that's now so bravely ...
Lift not the painted veil which those who live Call Life: though unreal shapes be pictured there, And it but ...
THIS is the red, red region Your heart must journey through: Your pains will here be legion And joy be ...
THERE were many burning hours on the heartsweet tide, And we passed away from ourselves, forgetting all The immortal moods ...
By the side of the brook, where the willow is waving Why sits the wan Youth, in his wedding-suit gay! ...
Unquiet you walk Along the rims of my eyes On the invisible grating Before your lips My naked words shiver ...
Now it's over, and now it's done; Why does everything look the same? Just as bright, the unheeding sun, -- ...
The poet sang of a battle-field Where doughty deeds were done, Where stout blows rang on helm and shield And ...
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