What the People Said (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
(June 21st, 1887) By the well, where the bullocks go Silent and blind and slow -- By the field where ...
(June 21st, 1887) By the well, where the bullocks go Silent and blind and slow -- By the field where ...
For a season there must be pain-- For a little, little space I shall lose the sight of her face, ...
Thy face is far from this our war, Our call and counter-cry, I shall not find Thee quick and kind, ...
Now Tomlinson gave up the ghost in his house in Berkeley Square, And a Spirit came to his bedside and ...
The Stranger within my gate, He may be true or kind, But he does not talk my talk-- I cannot ...
"A Priest in Spite of Himself" "How far is St. Helena from a little child at play!" What makes you ...
The God of Fair Beginnings Hath prospered here my hand -- The cargoes of my lading, And the keels of ...
Smokin' my pipe on the mountings, sniffin' the mornin' cool, I walks in my old brown gaiters along o' my ...
"Let us now praise famous men"-- Men of little showing-- For their work continueth, And their work continueth, Broad and ...
Er-Heb beyond the Hills of Ao-Safai Bears witness to the truth, and Ao-Safai Hath told the men of Gorukh. Thence ...
"They" -- Traffics and Discoveries Neither the harps nor the crowns amused, nor the cherubs' dove-winged races-- Holding hands forlornly ...
Away by the lands of the Japanee Where the paper lanterns glow And the crews of all the shipping drink ...
1917 (To Lyde of the Music Halls) What boots it on the Gods to call? Since, answered or unheard, We ...
When I was a King and a Mason -- a Master proven and skilled -- I cleared me ground for ...
A much-discerning Public hold The Singer generally sings And prints and sells his past for gold. Whatever I may here ...
The Liner she's a lady, an' she never looks nor 'eeds -- The Man-o'-War's 'er 'usband, an' 'e gives 'er ...
1914 He passed in the very battle-smoke Of the war that he had descried. Three hundred mile of cannon spoke ...
"And there was no more sea." Thus said The Lord in the Vault above the Cherubim Calling to the Angels ...
After the burial-parties leave And the baffled kites have fled; The wise hyaenas come out at eve To take account ...
This fell when dinner-time was done -- 'Twixt the first an' the second rub -- That oor mon Jock cam' ...
There's no sense in going further -- it's the edge of cultivation," So they said, and I believed it -- ...
It was an artless Bandar, and he danced upon a pine, And much I wondered how he lived, and where ...
"What are the bugles blowin' for?" said Files-on-Parade. "To turn you out, to turn you out", the Colour-Sergeant said. "What ...
Help for a patriot distressed, a spotless spirit hurt, Help for an honourable clan sore trampled in the dirt! From ...
I. If It be pleasant to look on, stalled in the packed serai, Does not the Young Man try Its ...
I've a head like a concertina: I've a tongue like a button-stick: I've a mouth like an old potato, and ...
Eyes aloft, over dangerous places, The children follow the butterflies, And, in the sweat of their upturned faces, Slash with ...
March! The mud is cakin' good about our trousies. Front! -- eyes front, an' watch the Colour-casin's drip. Front! The ...
"You must choose between me and your cigar." -- BREACH OF PROMISE CASE, CIRCA 1885. Open the old cigar-box, get ...
Abdhur Rahman, the Durani Chief, of him is the story told. His mercy fills the Khyber hills -- his grace ...
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