The Queen’s Men (Rudyard Kipling Poems)
Valour and Innocence Have latterly gone hence To certain death by certain shame attended. Envy--ah! even to tears! -- The ...
Valour and Innocence Have latterly gone hence To certain death by certain shame attended. Envy--ah! even to tears! -- The ...
'Twas in the prime of summer-time An evening calm and cool, And four-and-twenty happy boys Came bounding out of school: ...
dodona oak (the tree of life) sheds leaves nutritious-which feeds blood and mind today there's not a jot (from which ...
Fair flower, that dost so comely grow, Hid in this silent, dull retreat, Untouched thy honied blossoms blow, Unseen thy ...
Safe in their Alabaster Chambers -- Untouched my Morning And untouched by Noon -- Sleep the meek members of the ...
I The rutted roads are all like iron; skies Are keen and brilliant; only the oak-leaves cling In the bare ...
Milton, our noblest poet, in the grace Of youth, in those fair eyes and clustering hair, That brow untouched by ...
Cedars and the westward sun. The darkening sky. A man alone Watches beside the fallen wall The evening multitudes of ...
I The girl in the room beneath Before going to bed Strums on a mandolin The three simple tunes she ...
We sighing said, "Our Pan is dead; His pipe hangs mute beside the river Around it wistful sunbeams quiver, But ...
A life hauls itself uphill through hoar-mist steaming the sun's tongue licking leaf upon leaf into stricken liquid When? When? ...
1. The dark socket of the year the pit, the cave where the sun lies down and threatens never to ...
A Poem for Three Voices Setting: A Maternity Ward and round about FIRST VOICE: I am slow as the world. ...
Who are these people at the bridge to meet me? They are the villagers---- The rector, the midwife, the sexton, ...
You come in late, wiping your lips. What did I leave untouched on the doorstep--- White Nike, Streaming between my ...
No more of talk where God or Angel guest With Man, as with his friend, familiar us'd, To sit indulgent, ...
ALL day they loitered by the resting ships, Telling their beauties over, taking stock; At night the verdict left my ...
The earth again like a ship steams out of the dark sea over The edge of the blue, and the ...
19 years old and going nowhere, I got a ride to Bessemer and walked the night road toward Birmingham passing ...
Los Angeles hums a little tune -- trucks down the coast road for Monday Market packed with small faces blinking ...
Los Angeles hums a little tune -- trucks down the coast road for Monday Market packed with small faces blinking ...
(Note: - Pocahontas is buried at Gravesend, England.) "Pocahontas' body, lovely as a poplar, sweet as a red haw in ...
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