The Two-Sided Man (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
Much I owe to the Lands that grew-- More to the Lives that fed-- But most to Allah Who gave ...
Much I owe to the Lands that grew-- More to the Lives that fed-- But most to Allah Who gave ...
One man in a thousand, Solomon says, Will stick more close than a brother. And it's worth while seeking him ...
This 'appened in a battle to a batt'ry of the corps Which is first among the women an' amazin' first ...
"Let us now praise famous men"-- Men of little showing-- For their work continueth, And their work continueth, Broad and ...
(From The Jungle Book) Here we go in a flung festoon, Half-way up to the jealous moon! Don't you envy ...
There is sorrow enough in the natural way From men and women to fill our day; And when we are ...
We've drunk to the Queen -- God bless her! -- We've drunk to our mothers' land; We've drunk to our ...
There was Rundle, Station Master, An' Beazeley of the Rail, An' 'Ackman, Commissariat, An' Donkin' o' the Jail; An' Blake, ...
The Song of Mowgli -- I, Mowgli, am singing. Let the jungle listen to the things I have done. Shere ...
O woe is me for the merry life I led beyond the Bar, And a treble woe for my winsome ...
There are three degrees of bliss At the foot of Allah's Throne And the highest place is his Who saves ...
(From The Jungle Book) As the dawn was breaking the Sambhur belled Once, twice, and again! And a doe leaped ...
Truly ye come of The Blood; slower to bless than to ban; Little used to lie down at the bidding ...
It was an artless Bandar, and he danced upon a pine, And much I wondered how he lived, and where ...
We now, held in captivity, Spring to our bondage nor grieve-- See now, how it is blesseder, Brothers, to give ...
Dim dawn behind the tamerisks -- the sky is saffron-yellow -- As the women in the village grind the corn, ...
"ONCE in so often," King Solomon said, Watching his quarrymen drill the stone, "We will curb our garlic and wine ...
If the Led Striker call it a strike, Or the papers call it a war, They know not much what ...
Here come I to my own again, Fed, forgiven and known again, Claimed by bone of my bone again And ...
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