The Wishing-Caps (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
Life's all getting and giving, I've only myself to give. What shall I do for a living? I've only one ...
Life's all getting and giving, I've only myself to give. What shall I do for a living? I've only one ...
More than a hundred years ago, in a great battle fought near Delhi, an Indian Prince rode fifty miles after ...
When the 'arf-made recruity goes out to the East 'E acts like a babe an' 'e drinks like a beast, ...
Where run your colts at pasture? Where hide your mares to breed? 'Mid bergs about the Ice-cap Or wove Sargasso ...
'Ave you 'eard o' the Widow at Windsor With a hairy gold crown on 'er 'ead? She 'as ships on ...
(Deserters) There is a world outside the one you know, To which for curiousness 'Ell can't compare-- It is the ...
When the Great Ark, in Vigo Bay, Rode stately through the half-manned fleet, From every ship about her way She ...
When 'Omer smote 'is bloomin' lyre, He'd 'eard men sing by land an' sea; An' what he thought 'e might ...
Try as he will, no man breaks wholly loose From his first love, no matter who she be. Oh, was ...
Oh, glorious are the guarded heights Where guardian souls abide-- Self-exiled from our gross delights-- Above, beyond, outside: An ampler ...
Hurree Chunder Mookerjee, pride of Bow Bazaar, Owner of a native press, "Barrishter-at-Lar," Waited on the Government with a claim ...
The eldest son bestrides him, And the pretty daughter rides him, And I meet him oft o' mornings on the ...
Not in the thick of the fight, Not in the press of the odds, Do the heroes come to their ...
Troopin', troopin', troopin' to the sea: 'Ere's September come again -- the six-year men are free. O leave the dead ...
THE BRICKLAYER: I tell this tale, which is strictly true, Just by way of convincing you How very little, since ...
Beyond the path of the outmost sun through utter darkness hurled -- Further than ever comet flared or vagrant star-dust ...
(A. D. 1200) Of all the trees that grow so fair, Old England to adorn, Greater are none beneath the ...
Yearly, with tent and rifle, our careless white men go By the Pass called Muttianee, to shoot in the vale ...
To the City of Bombay The Cities are full of pride, Challenging each to each -- This from her mountain-side, ...
Oh ye who hold the written clue To all save all unwritten things, And, half a league behind, pursue The ...
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 ...
I closed and drew for my love's sake That now is false to me, And I slew the Reiver of ...
"A Priest in Spite of Himself" "How far is St. Helena from a little child at play!" What makes you ...
Once, on a glittering ice-field, ages and ages ago, Ung, a maker of pictures, fashioned an image of snow. Fashioned ...
Jack Barrett went to Quetta Because they told him to. He left his wife at Simla On three-fourths his monthly ...
1918Being the Words of the Tune Hummed at Her Lathe by Mrs. L. Embsay, Widow The fans and the beltings ...
Shove off from the wharf-edge! Steady! Watch for a smooth! Give way! If she feels the lop already She'll stand ...
I was Lord of Cities very sumptuously builded. Seven roaring Cities paid me tribute from far. Ivory their outposts were--the ...
One from the ends of the earth -- gifts at an open door -- Treason has much, but we, Mother, ...
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