by Rudyard Kipling
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'… Read the rest
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Together
by Rudyard Kipling
Where Horse and Rider each can trust the other everywhere, It takes a fence and more than a fence to pound that happy pair; For the one will do what the other demands, although he is beaten… Read the rest
To James Whitcomb Riley
by Rudyard Kipling
Your trail runs to the westward, And mine to my own place; There is water between our lodges, And I have not seen your face. But since I have read your verses 'Tis easy to guess the… Read the rest
Tomlinson
by Rudyard Kipling
Now Tomlinson gave up the ghost in his house in Berkeley Square, And a Spirit came to his bedside and gripped him by the hair A Spirit gripped him by the hair and carried him far away,… Read the rest
Tommy
by Rudyard Kipling
I went into a public-'ouse to get a pint o' beer, The publican 'e up an' sez, "We serve no red-coats here." The girls be'ind the bar they laughed an' giggled fit to die, I outs into… Read the rest
To Motorists
by Rudyard Kipling
Since ye distemper and defile Sweet Here by the measured mile, Nor aught on jocund highways heed Except the evidence of speed; And bear about your dreadful task Faces beshrouded 'neath a mask; Great goblin eyes and… Read the rest
The Wishing-Caps
by Rudyard Kipling
Life's all getting and giving, I've only myself to give. What shall I do for a living? I've only one life to live. End it? I'll not find another. Spend it? But how shall I best? Sure… Read the rest
The Young British Soldier
by Rudyard Kipling
When the 'arf-made recruity goes out to the East 'E acts like a babe an' 'e drinks like a beast, An' 'e wonders because 'e is frequent deceased Ere 'e's fit for to serve as a soldier.… Read the rest
Things and the Man
by Rudyard Kipling
"And Joseph dreamed a dream, and he told it his brethren and they hated him yet the more.", Genesis xxxvii. 5. Oh ye who hold the written clue To all save all unwritten things, And, half a… Read the rest
Thorkild’s Song
by Rudyard Kipling
There´s no wind along these seas, Out oars for Stavanger! Forward all for Stavanger! So we must wake the white-ash breeze. Let fall for Stavanger! A long pull for Stavanger! Oh, hear the benches creak and strain!… Read the rest