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Էջ 141 - Seat; But there is neither East nor West, Border, nor Breed, nor Birth, When two strong men stand face to face, though they come from the ends of the earth...
Էջ 139 - Ye have taken the one from a foe," said he; "will ye take the mate from a friend?" "A gift for a gift," said Kamal straight; "a limb for the risk of a limb. Thy father has sent his son to me, I'll send my son to him!
Էջ 123 - GOD gave all men all earth to love, But since our hearts are small, Ordained for each one spot should prove Beloved over all; That, as He watched Creation's birth, So we, in godlike mood, May of our love create our earth And see that it is good.
Էջ 128 - And what should they know of England who only England know? — The poor little street-bred people that vapour and fume and brag, They are lifting their heads in the stillness to yelp at the English Flag ! Must we borrow a clout from the Boer — to plaster anew with dirt?
Էջ 200 - Let us admit it fairly, as a business people should, We have had no end of a lesson : it will do us no end of good.
Էջ 132 - And those that were good shall be happy: they shall sit in a golden chair...
Էջ 325 - For to admire an' for to see, For to be'old this world so wide — It never done no good to me, But I can't drop it if I tried...
Էջ 137 - Khan, the son of the Ressaldar, "If ye know the track of the morning-mist, ye know where his pickets are. At dusk he harries the Abazai — at dawn he is into Bonair, But he must go by Fort Bukloh to his own place to fare, So if ye gallop to Fort Bukloh as fast as a bird can fly, By the...