by Rudyard Kipling
By the well, where the bullocks go Silent and blind and slow, By the field where the young corn dies In the face of the sultry skies, They have heard, as the dull Earth hears The voice… Read the rest
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When Earth’s Last Picture Is Painted
by Rudyard Kipling
When Earth's last picture is painted and the tubes are twisted and dried, When the oldest colours have faded, and the youngest critic has died, We shall rest, and, faith, we shall need it, lie down for… Read the rest
When Omer Smote Is Bloomin Lyre
by Rudyard Kipling
When 'Omer smote 'is bloomin' lyre, He'd 'eard men sing by land an' sea; An' what he thought 'e might require, 'E went an' took, the same as me! The market-girls an' fishermen, The shepherds an' the… Read the rest
When The Great Ark
by Rudyard Kipling
When the Great Ark, in Vigo Bay, Rode stately through the half-manned fleet, From every ship about her way She heard the mariners entreat Before we take the seas again Let down your boats and send us… Read the rest
When The Journey Was Intended To The City
by Rudyard Kipling
When that with meat and drink they had fulfilled Not temperately but like him conceived In monstrous jest at Meudon, whose regale Stands for exemplar of Gargantuan greed, In his own name supreme, they issued forth Beneath… Read the rest
Untimely
by Rudyard Kipling
Nothing in life has been made by man for man's using But it was shown long since to man in ages Lost as the name of the maker of it, Who received oppression and shame for his… Read the rest
Verses On Games
by Rudyard Kipling
Here is a horse to tame Here is a gun to handle God knows you can enter the game If youll only pay for the same, And the price of the game is a candle, A single… Read the rest
To The Unknown Goddess
by Rudyard Kipling
Will you conquer my heart with your beauty; my sould going out from afar? Shall I fall to your hand as a victim of crafty and cautions shikar? Have I met you and passed you already, unknowing,… Read the rest
To Thomas Atkins
by Rudyard Kipling
I have made for you a song And it may be right or wrong, But only you can tell me if it's true. I have tried for to explain Both your pleasure and your pain, And, Thomas,… Read the rest
To Wolcott Balestier
by Rudyard Kipling
Beyond the path of the outmost sun through utter darkness hurled, Further than ever comet flared or vagrant star-dust swirled, Live such as fought and sailed and ruled and loved and made our world. They are purged… Read the rest