Zion (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
The Doorkeepers of Zion, They do not always stand In helmet and whole armour, With halberds in their hand; But, ...
The Doorkeepers of Zion, They do not always stand In helmet and whole armour, With halberds in their hand; But, ...
What the moral? Who rides may read. When the night is thick and the tracks are blind A friend at ...
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 ...
You must n't swim till you're six weeks old, Or your head will be sunk by your heels; And summer ...
When the 'arf-made recruity goes out to the East 'E acts like a babe an' 'e drinks like a beast, ...
(Deserters) There is a world outside the one you know, To which for curiousness 'Ell can't compare-- It is the ...
Where run your colts at pasture? Where hide your mares to breed? 'Mid bergs about the Ice-cap Or wove Sargasso ...
Take up the White man's burden -- Send forth the best ye breed -- Go bind your sons to exile ...
"Where have you been this while away, Johnnie, Johnnie?" 'Long with the rest on a picnic lay, Johnnie, my Johnnie, ...
'Ave you 'eard o' the Widow at Windsor With a hairy gold crown on 'er 'ead? She 'as ships on ...
(June 21st, 1887) By the well, where the bullocks go Silent and blind and slow -- By the field where ...
When Earth's last picture is painted and the tubes are twisted and dried, When the oldest colours have faded, and ...
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 ...
For a season there must be pain-- For a little, little space I shall lose the sight of her face, ...
To-day, across our fathers' graves, The astonished years reveal The remnant of that desperate host Which cleansed our East with ...
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 ...
They shut the road through the woods Seventy years ago. Weather and rain have undone it again, And now you ...
Hurree Chunder Mookerjee, pride of Bow Bazaar, Owner of a native press, "Barrishter-at-Lar," Waited on the Government with a claim ...
A fool there was and he mad his prayer (Even as you and I!) To a rag and a bone ...
Not in the thick of the fight, Not in the press of the odds, Do the heroes come to their ...
Much I owe to the Lands that grew-- More to the Lives that fed-- But most to Allah Who gave ...
The dark eleventh hour Draws on and sees us sold To every evil power We fought against of old. Rebellion, ...
The eldest son bestrides him, And the pretty daughter rides him, And I meet him oft o' mornings on the ...
They bear, in place of classic names, Letters and numbers on their skin. They play their grisly blindfold games In ...
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 ...
(Made Yeomanry towards End of Boer War) Only two African kopjes, Only the cart-tracks that wind Empty and open between ...
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