God rest you, peaceful gentlemen, let nothing you dismay,. Harry, our King in England, from London town is gone, PAGE 377 721 He drank strong waters and his speech was coarse; Hear now the Song of the Dead-in the North by the torn berg-edges- Her hand was still on her sword-hilt, the spur was still on her heel, Here is a horse to tame "Here is nothing new nor aught unproven," say the Trumpets, Here we go in a flung festoon, Here, where my fresh-turned furrows run, 247 576 233 196 127 259 214 646 408 341 610 242 His spots are the joy of the Leopard: his horns are the Buffalo's pride. 705 "How far is St. Helena from a little child at play?” How shall she know the worship we would do her? "How sweet is the shepherd's sweet life! Hurree Chunder Mookerjee, pride of Bow Bazaar, I am the land of their fathers. . I am the Most Wise Baviaan, saying in most wise tones, I ate my fill of a whale that died. I closed and drew for my love's sake I do not look for holy saints to guide me on my way, I do not love my Empire's foes, I followed my Duke ere I was a lover, I go to concert, party, ball- I had seen, as dawn was breaking I have been given my charge to keep- I have eaten your bread and salt. I have made for you a song,. I know not in whose hands are laid I met my mates in the morning (and oh, but I am old!) I see the grass shake in the sun for leagues on either hand, I sent a message to my dear- I tell this tale, which is strictly true,. I will let loose against you the fleet-footed vines- I will remember what I was, I am sick of rope and chain- 596 52 39 17 554 670 395 423 564 25 31 587 3 448 671 648 653 570 101 718 793 709 I wish my mother could see me now, with a fence-post under my arm, 527 I was Lord of Cities very sumptuously builded. . 660 . I was the staunchest of our fleet 170 I was very well pleased with what I knowed, 559 I went into a public-'ouse to get a pint o' beer, . I've a head like a concertina, I've a tongue like a button-stick, I've paid for your sickest fancies; I've humoured PAGE 453 48- 558 460 673 your crackedest If extended observation of the ways and works of man, If I were hanged on the highest hill, If it be pleasant to look on, stalled in the packed serai,. If the Led Striker call it a strike, 701 68 210 If thought can reach to Heaven, If wars were won by feasting, If you can keep your head when all about you If you stop to find out what your wages will be. If you wake at midnight, and hear a horse's feet, If you've ever stole a pheasant-egg be'ind the keeper's back, In a land that the sand overlays—the ways to her gates are untrod- In the days of lace-ruffles, perukes and brocade In the name of the Empress of India, make way, It was not part of their blood, . It was our war-ship Clampherdown It's forty in the shade to-day the spouting eaves declare; Jack Barrett went to Quetta Legate, I had the news last night-my cohort ordered home 'Less you want your toes trod off you'd better get back at once, 658 759 645 426 720 466 90 361 760 575 37 393 497 747 22 575 739 158 407 II 44 20 622 481 172 642 744 638 Let us admit it fairly, as a business people should, PAGE 344 "Let us now praise famous men" Life's all getting and giving, Lived a woman wonderful, Me that 'ave been what I've been- Men make them fires on the hearth Look, you have cast out Love! What Gods are these Lord, Thou hast made this world below the shadow of a dream, Man goes to Man! Cry the challenge through the Jungle! Mine was the woman to me, darkling I found her: Mithras, God of the Morning, our trumpets waken the Wall! My brother kneels, so saith Kabir,. My father's father saw it not, My garden blazes brightly with the rose-bush and the peach, 89 486 580 My new-cut ashlar takes the light. "My son," said the Norman Baron, "I am dying and you will be heir 749 Neither the harps nor the crowns amused, nor the cherubs' dove-winged races- 758 661. No doubt but ye are the People-your throne is above the Kings. Not though you die to-night O Sweet, and wail, Not with an outcry to Allah nor any complaining Now Chil the Kite brings home the night Now it is not good for the Christian's health to hustle the Aryan brown, Now the New Year, reviving last Year's Debt, Now the new year reviving old desires, Now, this is the cup the White Men drink" Now this is the Law of the Jungle—as old and as true as the sky; Now Tomlinson gave up the ghost in his house in Berkeley Square, O woe is me for the merry life O ye who tread the Narrow Way 163 574 705 603 13 311 28 187 324 626 327 411 562 105 565 Oh, East is East, and West is West, and never the twain shall meet, . . Oh Hubshee, carry your shoes in your hand and bow your head on Oh! hush thee, my baby, the night is behind us,. Oh, light was the world that he weighed in his hands! Oh, little did the Wolf-child care- 231 708 578 704 "Oh, where are you going to, all you Big Steamers, 765 Oh ye who hold the written clue Old Horn to All Atlantic said: 240 729 "Old Mother Laidinwool had nigh twelve months been dead. 664 696 Once on a time was a King anxious to understand One from the ends of the earth-gifts at an open door- One moment bid the horses wait, One moment past our bodies cast Only two African Kopjes, . Open the old cigar-box, get me a Cuba stout, Our brows are bound with spindrift and the weed is on our knees; Our England is a garden that is full of stately views, Our Fathers in a wondrous age, Our gloves are stiff with the frozen blood, Our Lord Who did the Ox command Our sister sayeth such and such, Out o' the wilderness, dusty an' dry Once, after long-drawn revel at The Mermaid, Once, on a glittering ice-field, ages and ages ago, Once we feared The Beast-when he followed us we ran, Over the edge of the purple down, Pagett, M.P., was a liar, and a fluent liar therewith,- Peace is declared, an' I return. Pit where the buffalo cooled his hide, Potiphar Gubbins, C.E., Prophets have honour all over the Earth,. 535 53 195 -69 632 733 579 699 530 67- 29 551 576 6 621 674 Pussy can sit by the fire and sing,. Put forth to watch, unschooled, alone, Queen Bess was Harry's daughter. Stand forward partners all! Read here: This is the story of Evarra-man- Red Earl, and will ye take for guide . Ride with an idle whip, ride with an unused heel, Rome never looks where she treads. Roses red and roses white Royal and Dower-royal, I the Queen Rustum Beg of Kolazai-slightly backward Native State- Seven men from all the world back to Docks again, Sez the Junior Orderly Sergeant She dropped the bar, she shot the bolt, she fed the fire anew, Shiv, who poured the harvest and made the winds to blow, Singer and tailor am I— Smells are surer than sounds or sights Smokin' my pipe on the mountings, sniffin' the mornin' cool, So here's your Empire. No more wine, then? Good.. So we settled it all when the storm was done. Soldier, soldier come from the wars, South and far south below the Line, Speakin' in general, I 'ave tried 'em all- "Stopped in the straight when the race was his own! Strangers drawn from the ends of the earth, jewelled and plumed • were we; . Sudden the desert changes, Tell it to the locked-up trees, PAGE 9 226 555 156 448 516 702 585 691 737 541 458 78 66 606 457 755 100 574 560 234 568 Take of English earth as much 569 Take up the White Man's burden- 371 The Celt in all his variants from Builth to Bally-hoo, The 'eathen in 'is blindness bows down to wood an' stone; . The fans and the beltings they roar round me. 104 636 373 513 77 357 The fear was on the cattle, for the gale was on the sea,. 145 The first time that Peter denied his Lord 374 The Four Archangels, so the legends tell, 582 |