Rudyard KiplingJ. Lane, 1900 - 163 էջ |
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... writer was already a person in India , and that his reputation was even then furiously on its way to us . So , indeed , it proved . Within a fortnight it had fallen upon us like a monsoon , and every paper one took up blew the beautiful ...
... writer was already a person in India , and that his reputation was even then furiously on its way to us . So , indeed , it proved . Within a fortnight it had fallen upon us like a monsoon , and every paper one took up blew the beautiful ...
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... write verses : he is paid to sub - edit . At the time , this discovery shocked me greatly . This is a digression ... writing out of them kept me healthy and amused . To the best of my remem- brance , no one then discovered their griev ...
... write verses : he is paid to sub - edit . At the time , this discovery shocked me greatly . This is a digression ... writing out of them kept me healthy and amused . To the best of my remem- brance , no one then discovered their griev ...
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... writing them clear . Bad as they were , I burned twice as many as were published , and of the survivors at least two - thirds were cut down at the last mo- Nothing can be wholly beautiful that is not useful , and therefore my verses ...
... writing them clear . Bad as they were , I burned twice as many as were published , and of the survivors at least two - thirds were cut down at the last mo- Nothing can be wholly beautiful that is not useful , and therefore my verses ...
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... awake of nights in India , plotting and scheming to write something that should'take ' with the English public . " This little brown baby is , very naturally , one of the collector's treasures to - day , just A CRITICISM 13.
... awake of nights in India , plotting and scheming to write something that should'take ' with the English public . " This little brown baby is , very naturally , one of the collector's treasures to - day , just A CRITICISM 13.
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... write of their ' Eastern trips , ' And the sneers of the travelled idiots who duly misgovern the land , And I prayed to the Lord to deliver another one into my hand . " Then there was the ballad of Jack Bar- rett , who was sent to ...
... write of their ' Eastern trips , ' And the sneers of the travelled idiots who duly misgovern the land , And I prayed to the Lord to deliver another one into my hand . " Then there was the ballad of Jack Bar- rett , who was sent to ...
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Էջ 33 - It's clever, but is it Art?' When the flicker of London sun falls faint on the Clubroom's green and gold, The sons of Adam sit them down and scratch with their pens in the mould — They scratch with their pens in the mould of their graves, and the ink and the anguish start, For the Devil mutters behind the leaves: 'It's pretty, but is it Art?
Էջ 25 - British soldier; come you back to Mandalay ! ' Come you back to Mandalay, Where the old Flotilla lay: Can't you 'ear their paddles chunkin from Rangoon to Mandalay?
Էջ 4 - I sat there, while the type ticked and clicked, and the night-jars hooted at the windows, and the all but naked compositors wiped the sweat from their foreheads, and called for water. The thing that was keeping us back, whatever it was, would not come off, though the loo dropped and the last type was set, and the whole round earth stood still in the choking heat, with its finger on its lip, to wait the event. I drowsed, and wondered whether the...
Էջ 60 - The depth and dream of my desire, The bitter paths wherein I stray, Thou knowest Who hast made the Fire, Thou knowest Who hast made the Clay ! 166 One stone the more swings to her place In that dread Temple of Thy Worth — It is enough that through Thy grace I saw naught common on Thy earth.
Էջ 49 - An' now the main eccentrics start their quarrel on the sheaves: Her time, her own appointed time, the rocking link-head bides, Till - hear that note? - the rod's return whings glimmerin" through the guides. They're all awa'! True beat, full power, the clangin' chorus goes Clear to the tunnel where they sit, my purrin
Էջ 36 - And he has lifted the Colonel's mare that is the Colonel's pride: He has lifted her out of the stable-door between the dawn and the day, And turned the calkins upon her feet, and ridden her far away. Then up and spoke the Colonel's son that led a troop of the Guides: "Is there never a man of all my men can say where Kamal hides?
Էջ 12 - And I laughed as I drove from the station, but the mirth died out on my lips As I thought of the fools like Pagett who write of their "Eastern trips...
Էջ 56 - It's like a book, I think, this bloomin' world, Which you can read and care for just so long, But presently you feel that you will die Unless you get the page you're readin' done, An' turn another — likely not so good ; But what you're after is to turn 'em all. Gawd bless this world ! Whatever she 'ath done — Excep' when awful long — I've found it good.
Էջ 47 - I'd been doon that morn to see what ailed the throws, Manholin', on my back — the cranks three inches off my nose. Romance ! Those first-class passengers they like it very well, Printed an' bound in little books ; but why don't poets tell? I 'm sick of all their quirks an...
Էջ 46 - THE earth is full of anger, The seas are dark with wrath, The Nations in their harness Go up against our path: Ere yet we loose the legions — Ere yet we draw the blade, Jehovah of the Thunders, Lord God of Battles, aid ! High lust and froward bearing, Proud heart, rebellious brow — Deaf ear and soul uncaring, We seek Thy mercy now!