Category Rudyard Kipling

Now there is nothing wrong with meExcept—I think it’s called T.B.And that is why I have to layOut in the garden all the day. Our garden is not very wide,And cars go by on either side,And make an angry-hooty noiseThat…

Puck of Pook’s Hills Land of our Birth, we pledge to thee Our love and toil in the years to be; When we are grown and take our place As men and women with our race. Father in Heaven who…

These were our children who died for our land: they were dear in our sight.We have only the memory left of their home-treasured saying and laughter.The price of our loss shall be paid to our hands, not another’s hereafter.Neither the…

Colour fulfils where Music has no power:By each man’s light the unjudging glass betrays All men’s surrender, each man’s holiest hourAnd all the lit confusion of our days-Purfled with iron, traced in dusk and fire, Challenging ordered Time who, at…

Take of English earth as muchAs either hand may rightly clutch.In the taking of it breathePrayer for all who lie beneath.Not the great nor well-bespoke,But the mere uncounted folkOf whose life and death is noneReport or lamentation.  Lay that earth…

            Plain Tales From the Hills Look, you have cast out Love! What Gods are theseYou bid me please?The Three in One, the One in Three? Not so!To my own Gods I go.It may be…

Me that ‘ave been what I’ve been —Me that ‘ave gone where I’ve gone —Me that ‘ave seen what I’ve seen —‘Ow can I ever take onWith awful old England again,An’ ‘ouses both sides of the street,And ‘edges two sides…

Or ever the battered liners sank  With their passengers to the dark,I was head of a Walworth Bank,  And you were a grocer’s clerk. I was a dealer in stocks and shares,  And you in butters and teas;And we both…

I. If It be pleasant to look on, stalled in the packed serai,Does not the Young Man try Its temper and pace ere he buy?If She be pleasant to look on, what does the Young Man say?“Lo! She is pleasant…

Up came the young Centaur-colts from the plains they were       fathered in—   Curious, awkward, afraid.Burrs on their hocks and their tails, they were branded and gath-       ered in  Mobs and run up to the yard to…