The Writings in Prose and Verse of Rudyard Kipling: Verses, 1889-1896C. Scribner's sons, 1909 |
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Страница 9 - ocked our 'orses, 'E cut our sentries up at Suakim, An' 'e played the cat an' banjo with our forces. So 'ere's to you, Fuzzy-Wuzzy, at your 'ome in the Soudan; You're a pore benighted 'eathen but a firstclass fightin...
Страница 40 - I seed her first a-smokin' of a whackin' white cheroot, An' a-wastin' Christian kisses on an 'eathen idol's foot: Bloomin' idol made o' mud — Wot they called the Great Gawd Budd — Plucky lot she cared for idols when I kissed 'er where she stud! On the road to Mandalay . . . When the mist was on the rice-fields an' the sun was droppin' slow, She'd git 'er little banjo an
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Страница 59 - And he has lifted the Colonel's mare that is the Colonel's pride : He has lifted her out of the stable-door between the dawn and the day, And turned the calkins upon her feet, and ridden her far away. Then up and spoke the Colonel's son that led a troop of the Guides : " Is there never a man of all my men can say where Kamal hides?
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Страница 352 - An' black agin' the settin' sun The Lascar sings, "Hum deckty hail " for to admire an' for to see, For to be' old this world so wide — It never done no good to me, But I can't drop it if I tried!
Страница 275 - There are nine and sixty ways of constructing tribal lays, "And— every— single— one— of— them— is— right/" NATURAL THEOLOGY PRIMITIVE 1 ATE my fill of a whale that died And stranded after a month at sea.
Страница 42 - Come you back to Mandalay, Where the old Flotilla lay: Can't you 'ear their paddles chunkin' from Rangoon to Mandalay? On the road to Mandalay, Where the flyin'-fishes play, An' the dawn comes up like thunder outer China 'crost the Bay!
Страница 237 - Equatorial swamp. / travel with the cooking-pots and pails — / 'm sandwiched 'tween the coffee and the pork — And when the dusty column checks and tails, You should hear me spur the rearguard to a walk! With my "Pilly-willy-winky-winky-poppl" [O it's any tune that comes into my head!] So I keep 'em moving forward till they drop; So I play 'em up to water and to bed.