When the Great Ark (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
When the Great Ark, in Vigo Bay, Rode stately through the half-manned fleet, From every ship about her way She ...
When the Great Ark, in Vigo Bay, Rode stately through the half-manned fleet, From every ship about her way She ...
The dark eleventh hour Draws on and sees us sold To every evil power We fought against of old. Rebellion, ...
Now Tomlinson gave up the ghost in his house in Berkeley Square, And a Spirit came to his bedside and ...
The God of Fair Beginnings Hath prospered here my hand -- The cargoes of my lading, And the keels of ...
BOMBAY Royal and Dower-royal, I the Queen Fronting thy richest sea with richer hands -- A thousand mills roar through ...
The overfaithful sword returns the user His heart's desire at price of his heart's blood. The clamour of the arrogant ...
By the Laws of the Family Circle 'tis written in letters of brass That only a Colonel from Chatham can ...
So here's your Empire. No more wine, then? Good. We'll clear the Aides and khitmatgars away. (You'll know that fat ...
The Song of Mowgli -- I, Mowgli, am singing. Let the jungle listen to the things I have done. Shere ...
October, 1918 Across a world where all men grieve And grieving strive the more, The great days range like tides ...
"Farewell, Romance!" the Cave-men said; "With bone well carved he went away, Flint arms the ignoble arrowhead, And jasper tips ...
1918 We're not so old in the Army List, But we're not so young at our trade, For we had ...
Theodore Roosevelt "The interpreter then called for a man-servant of his, one Great-Heart."--Bunyan's' Pilgrim's Process Concerning brave Captains Our age ...
There's a widow in sleepy Chester Who weeps for her only son; There's a grave on the Pabeng River, A ...
To the legion of the lost ones, to the cohort of the damned, To my brethren in their sorrow overseas, ...
(EDWARD VII.) 1910 Who in the Realm to-day lays down dear life for the sake of a land more dear? ...
Help for a patriot distressed, a spotless spirit hurt, Help for an honourable clan sore trampled in the dirt! From ...
Dim dawn behind the tamerisks -- the sky is saffron-yellow -- As the women in the village grind the corn, ...
Abdhur Rahman, the Durani Chief, of him is the story told. His mercy fills the Khyber hills -- his grace ...
(It is not for them to criticize too minutely the methods the Irish followed, though they might deplore some of ...
When spring-time flushes the desert grass, Our kafilas wind through the Khyber Pass. Lean are the camels but fat the ...
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