The Works of Rudyard Kipling: Under the deodars. The phantom rickshaw. Wee Willie WinkieDoubleday & McClure, 1899 |
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... Hear now a song — a song of broken interludes— A song of little cunning ; of a singer nothing worth . Through the naked words and mean May ye see the truth between As the singer knew and touched it in the ends of all the Earth ! The ...
... Hear now a song — a song of broken interludes— A song of little cunning ; of a singer nothing worth . Through the naked words and mean May ye see the truth between As the singer knew and touched it in the ends of all the Earth ! The ...
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... Hear now a song — a song of broken interludes- A song of little cunning ; of a singer nothing worth . Through the naked words and mean May ye see the truth between As the singer knew and touched it in the ends of all the Earth ! The ...
... Hear now a song — a song of broken interludes- A song of little cunning ; of a singer nothing worth . Through the naked words and mean May ye see the truth between As the singer knew and touched it in the ends of all the Earth ! The ...
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... Hear now the Song of the Dead - in the North by the torn berg - edges— They that look still to the Pole , asleep by their hide - stripped sledges . Song of the Dead in the South — in the sun by their skeleton horses , Where the warrigal ...
... Hear now the Song of the Dead - in the North by the torn berg - edges— They that look still to the Pole , asleep by their hide - stripped sledges . Song of the Dead in the South — in the sun by their skeleton horses , Where the warrigal ...
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... , be proud of thy seed ! Count , are we feeble or few ? Hear , is our speech so rude ? Look , are we poor in the land ? Judge , are we men of The Blood ? Those that have stayed at thy knees , Mother , 10 A Song of the English .
... , be proud of thy seed ! Count , are we feeble or few ? Hear , is our speech so rude ? Look , are we poor in the land ? Judge , are we men of The Blood ? Those that have stayed at thy knees , Mother , 10 A Song of the English .
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... Hear , for thy children speak , from the uttermost parts of the sea : The Song of the Cities . Bombay . Royal and Dower - royal , I the Queen Fronting thy richest sea with richer hands- A thousand mills roar through me where I glean All ...
... Hear , for thy children speak , from the uttermost parts of the sea : The Song of the Cities . Bombay . Royal and Dower - royal , I the Queen Fronting thy richest sea with richer hands- A thousand mills roar through me where I glean All ...
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第 206 頁 - And only the Master shall praise us. and only the Master shall blame: And no one shall work for money. and no one shall work for fame. But each for the joy of the working. and each. in his separate star. Shall draw the Thing as he sees It for the God of Things as They Are!
第 171 頁 - What did the Colonel's Lady think? Nobody never knew. Somebody asked the Sergeant's wife, An' she told 'em true! When you get to a man in the case, They're like as a row of pins — For the Colonel's Lady an' Judy O'Grady Are sisters under their skins!
第 21 頁 - Loud sang the souls of the jolly, jolly mariners, Plucking at their harps, and they plucked unhandily : ' Our thumbs are rough and tarred, And the tune is something hard — May we lift a Deepsea Chantey such as seamen use at sea?
第 5 頁 - We have fed our sea for a thousand years — * And she calls us, still unfed, - Though there's never a wave of all her waves — But marks our English dead: *•" We have strawed our best to the weed's unrest , — To the shark and the sheering gull. -" If blood be the price of admiralty, Lord God, we ha...
第 99 頁 - Take the flower and turn the hour, and kiss your love again ! Buy my English posies! — You that will not turn, Buy my hot-wood clematis, Buy a frond o...
第 9 頁 - RANGOON Hail, Mother! Do they call me rich in trade? Little care I, but hear the shorn priest drone, And watch my silk-clad lovers, man by maid, Laugh 'neath my Shwe Dagon.
第 75 頁 - And the tunes that mean so much to you alone — Common tunes that make you choke and blow your nose, Vulgar tunes that bring the laugh that brings the groan — I can rip your very heartstrings out with those...
第 39 頁 - That minds me of our Viscount loon - Sir Kenneth's kin - the chap Wi' Russia leather tennis-shoon an' spar-decked yachtin'-cap. I showed him round last week, o'er all - an' at the last says he: 'Mister McAndrew, don't you think steam spoils romance at sea?
第 192 頁 - An' now the hugly bullets come peckin' through the dust, An' no one wants to face 'em, but every beggar must; So, like a man in irons which isn't glad to go, They moves 'em off by companies uncommon stiff an' slow. Of all 'is five years' schoolin' they don't remember much Excep' the not retreatin', the step an' keepin' touch. It looks like teachin' wasted when they duck an' spread an' 'op, But if 'e 'adn't learned 'em they'd be all about the shop!
第 41 頁 - Mornin' Stars for joy that they are made; While, out o' touch o' vanity, the sweatin' thrust-block says: "Not unto us the praise, or man — not unto us the praise!" Now, a' together, hear them lift their lesson — theirs an' mine: "Law, Orrder, Duty an' Restraint, Obedience, Discipline!" Mill, forge an' try-pit taught them that when roarin' they arose, An' whiles I wonder if a soul was gied them wi