The Mother-Lodge (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
There was Rundle, Station Master, An' Beazeley of the Rail, An' 'Ackman, Commissariat, An' Donkin' o' the Jail; An' Blake, ...
There was Rundle, Station Master, An' Beazeley of the Rail, An' 'Ackman, Commissariat, An' Donkin' o' the Jail; An' Blake, ...
"Farewell, Romance!" the Cave-men said; "With bone well carved he went away, Flint arms the ignoble arrowhead, And jasper tips ...
Above the portico a flag-staff, bearing the Union Jack, remained fluttering in the flames for some time, but ultimately when ...
There's no sense in going further -- it's the edge of cultivation," So they said, and I believed it -- ...
Howe's Final version Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord: He is trampling out the ...
(Maidens' song from St. Winefred's Well) THE LEADEN ECHO How to kéep-is there ány any, is there none such, nowhere ...
LEOPOLD, DUKE OF BRUNSWICK. THOU wert forcibly seized ...
The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd wind slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods ...
She, then, like snow in a dark night, Fell secretly. And the world waked With dazzling of the drowsy eye, ...
I What new element before us unborn in nature? Is there a new thing under the Sun? At last inquisitive ...
They told me once that Pan was dead, And so, in sooth, I thought him; For vainly where the streamlets ...
THE change of food enjoyment is to man; In this, t'include the woman is my plan. I cannot guess why ...
NEAR to the silver Trent SIRENA dwelleth; She to whom Nature lent All that excelleth; By which the Muses late ...
Now in the oak the sap of life is welling, Tho' to the bough the rusty leafage clings; Now on ...
Dear love, for nothing less than thee Would I have broke this happy dream; It was a theme For reason, ...
Bereaved of all, I went abroad -- No less bereaved was I Upon a New Peninsula -- The Grave preceded ...
A darting fear -- a pomp -- a tear -- A waking on a morn To find that what one ...
'Tis so much joy! 'Tis so much joy! If I should fail, what poverty! And yet, as poor as I, ...
Where were you Shirley of the Sanguine Lake? Where did you disappear? The echoes of your empty house Were almost ...
THE PROLOGUE. WHEN folk had laughed all at this nice case Of Absolon and Hendy Nicholas, Diverse folk diversely they ...
Sister of love-lorn Poets, Philomel! How many Bards in city garret pent, While at their window they with downward eye ...
Ere on my bed my limbs I lay, It hath not been my use to pray With moving lips or ...
How sweet the tuneful bells' responsive peal! As when, at opening morn, the fragrant breeze Breathes on the trembling sense ...
Stranger, if thou hast learned a truth which needs No school of long experience, that the world Is full of ...
Amid the gray trunks of ancient trees we found the gay woodland lilies nodding on their stems, frail and fair, ...
In silent night when rest I took For sorrow near I did not look I waked was with thund'ring noise ...
Eternally the choking steam goes up From the black pools of seething oil. . . . How merry Those little ...
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
Midnight; bells toll, and along the cloud-high towers The golden lights go out . . . The yellow windows darken, ...
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