Verses, 1889-1896 |
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The crank - throws give the double - bass , the feedpump sobs an ' heaves , An ' now the main eccentrics start their quarrel on the sheaves : Her time , her own appointed time , the rocking linkhead bides , Till - hear that note ?
The crank - throws give the double - bass , the feedpump sobs an ' heaves , An ' now the main eccentrics start their quarrel on the sheaves : Her time , her own appointed time , the rocking linkhead bides , Till - hear that note ?
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answer Army belts beneath blind blood bloomin blow Captain carry clear comes dark dead dear death deep Devil died dropped drunk earth England English eyes face fall fathers fear fell fight fire follow ford give Gods guard guns hand head hear heard heart held Hell hold honour horse it's Kabul keep King knew land learned leave lift light live look Lord lost mother never night North passed plain play port pride road round seen ship sing soldier song sons soul stand stars talk tell Thee There's things Thou thought thousand tide Till took trail True turn Twas wait watch West wind women
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Էջ 65 - Oh, East is East, and West is West, and never the twain shall meet, Till Earth and Sky stand presently at God's great Judgment 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 3 - What's that so black agin the sun ?" said Files-on-Parade. "It's Danny fightin' 'ard for life," the Colour-Sergeant said. "What's that that whimpers over'ead?" said Files-on-Parade "It's Danny's soul that's passin' now,
Էջ 39 - I seed her fust a-smokin' of a whackin' white cheroot, An' a-wastin' Christian kisses on an 'eathen idol's foot: Bloomin' idol made o' mud — Wot they called the Great Gawd Budd — Plucky lot she cared for idols when I kissed 'er where she stud! On the road to Mandalay When the mist was on the rice-fields an' the sun was droppin' slow, She'd git 'er little banjo an' she'd sing " Kulla-lo-lo!" With 'er arm upon my shoulder, an' 'cr cheek agin my cheek, We useter watch the steamers an' the hathis...
Էջ 192 - Go to your work and be strong, halting not in your ways, Baulking the end half-won for an instant dole of praise. Stand to your work and be wise — certain of sword and pen, Who are neither children nor Gods, but men in a world of men ! THE FIRST CHANTEY.
Էջ 258 - Thy face is far from this our war, Our call and counter-cry, I shall not find Thee quick and kind, Nor know Thee till I die. Enough for me in dreams to see And touch Thy garments' hem : Thy feet have trod so near to God I may not follow them.
Էջ 7 - Fuzzy-Wuzzy (Soudan Expeditionary Force) We've fought with many men acrost the seas, An' some of 'em was brave an' some was not: The Paythan an' the Zulu an' Burmese; But the Fuzzy was the finest o' the lot. We never got a ha'porth's change of 'im: 'E squatted in the scrub an' 'ocked our 'orses, 'E cut our sentries up at Suakim, An' 'e played the cat an
Էջ 352 - 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 40 - Come you back to Mandalay, Where the old Flotilla lay: Can't you 'ear their paddles chunkin' from Rangoon to Mandalay? On the road to Mandalay, Where the flyin'-fishes play, An' the dawn comes up like thunder outer China 'crost the Bay!
Էջ 165 - 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. 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 302 - e might require, 'E went an' took — the same as me! The market-girls an fishermen, The shepherds an' the sailors, too, They 'eard old songs turn up again, But kep' it quiet — same as you! They knew 'e stole; 'e knew they knowed. They didn't tell, nor make a fuss, But winked at 'Omer down the road, An' 'e winked back — the same as us!
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| Վերնագիր | Verses, 1889-1896 Հատոր 11 of The Writings in Prose and Verse of Rudyard Kipling, Rudyard Kipling |
| Հեղինակ | Rudyard Kipling |
| Հրատարակիչ | Charles Scribner's sons, 1897 |
| Original from | Հարվարդի համալսարան |
| Digitized | 2 Օգոստոս 2007 |
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