by Rudyard Kipling
Where run your colts at pasture? Where hide your mares to breed? 'Mid bergs about the Ice-cap Or wove Sargasso weed; By chartless reef and channel, Or crafty coastwise bars, But most the ocean-meadows All purple to… Read the rest
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Wilful Missing
by Rudyard Kipling
(Deserters) There is a world outside the one you know, To which for curiousness 'Ell can't compare, It is the place where "wilful-missings" go, As we can testify, for we are there. You may 'ave read a… Read the rest
With Drake In The Tropics
by Rudyard Kipling
South and far south below the Line, Our Admiral leads us on, Above, undreamed-of planets shine, The stars we know are gone. Around, our clustered seamen mark The silent deep ablaze With fires, through which the far-down… Read the rest
With Scindia To Delhi
by Rudyard Kipling
More than a hundred years ago, in a great battle fought near Delhi, an Indian Prince rode fifty miles after the day was lost with a beggar-girl, who had loved him and followed him in all his… Read the rest
Yet At The Last
by Rudyard Kipling
Yet at the last, ere our spearmen had found him, Yet at the last, ere a sword-thrust could save, Yet at the last, with his masters around him, He spoke of the Faith as a master to… Read the rest
You Must nt Swim…
by Rudyard Kipling
You must n't swim till you're six weeks old, Or your head will be sunk by your heels; And summer gales and Killer Whales Are bad for baby seals. Are bad for baby seals, dear rat, As… Read the rest
Zion
by Rudyard Kipling
The Doorkeepers of Zion, They do not always stand In helmet and whole armour, With halberds in their hand; But, being sure of Zion, And all her mysteries, They rest awhile in Zion, Sit down and smile… Read the rest
Very Many People
by Rudyard Kipling
On the Downs, in the Weald, on the Marshes, I heard the Old Gods say: Here come Very Many People: We must go away. They take our land to delight in, But their delight destroys. They flay… Read the rest
We And They
by Rudyard Kipling
Father and Mother, and Me, Sister and Auntie say All the people like us are We, And every one else is They. And They live over the sea, While We live over the way, But-would you believe… Read the rest
What Happened
by Rudyard Kipling
Hurree Chunder Mookerjee, pride of Bow Bazaar, Owner of a native press, "Barrishter-at-Lar," Waited on the Government with a claim to wear Sabres by the bucketful, rifles by the pair. Then the Indian Government winked a wicked… Read the rest