Rudyard Kipling: An Attempt at Appreciation

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Greening & Company, 1899 - 236 страница
 

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Страница 164 - Lo, this only have I found, that God hath made man upright; but they have sought out many inventions.
Страница 61 - And I laughed as I drove from the station, but the mirth died out on my lips As I thought of the fools like Pagett who write of their "Eastern trips...
Страница 174 - Oh! hush thee, my baby, the night is behind us, And black are the waters that sparkled so green. The moon, o'er the combers, looks downward to find us At rest in the hollows that rustle between. Where billow meets billow, there soft be thy pillow; Ah, weary wee flipperling, curl at thy ease! The storm shall not wake thee, nor shark overtake thee, Asleep in the arms of the slow-swinging seas.
Страница 46 - The hand is the hand of Esau, but the voice is the voice of Jacob,' " I said, though I wasn't sure whether the quotation was exactly appropriate.
Страница 66 - Hale and crippled, young and aged, paid, deserted, shipped away — Palace, cot, and lazaretto shall make up the tale that day When the skies are black above them, and the decks ablaze beneath, And the top-men clear the raffle with their claspknives in their teeth. It may be that Fate will give me life and leave to row once more — Set some strong man free for fighting as I take awhile his oar. But to-day I leave the galley. Shall I curse her service, then ? God be thanked — whate'er comes after...
Страница 163 - 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.
Страница 74 - We have done with Hope and Honour, we are lost to Love and Truth, We are dropping down the ladder rung by rung, And the measure of our torment is the measure of our youth. God help us, for we knew the worst too young...
Страница 50 - Shall leap, as fountains veil the changing sky. Now kiss, and think that there are really those, My own high-bosomed beauty, who increase Vain gold, vain lore, and yet might choose our way! Through many years they toil; then on a day They die not, — for their life was death, — but cease; And round their narrow lips the mould falls close.
Страница 78 - And Peter twirled the jangling keys in weariness and wrath. 'Ye have read, ye have heard, ye have thought,' he said, 'and the tale is yet to run: 'By the worth of the body that once ye had, give answer — what ha
Страница 57 - I have eaten your bread and salt, I have drunk your water and wine; The deaths ye died I have watched beside, And the lives that ye led were mine. Was there aught that I did not share In vigil or toil or ease,— One joy or woe that I did not know, Dear hearts across the seas? I have written the tale of our life For a sheltered people's mirth, In jesting guise — but ye are wise, And ye know what the jest is worth.

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