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Страница 220 - A million surplus Maggies are willing to bear the yoke ; And a woman is only a woman, but a good cigar is a Smoke.
Страница 271 - On the siltPalace, byre, hovel — poverty and pride — Side by side; And, above the packed and pestilential town, Death looked down. But the Rulers in that City by the Sea Turned to flee— Fled, with each returning spring-tide from its ills To the Hills. From the clammy fogs of morning, from the blaze Of the days, From the sickness of the noontide, from the heat, Beat retreat; For the country from Peshawar to Ceylon Was their own.
Страница 116 - 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.
Страница 212 - By ills foredone, by peace her toils discover, Bid Earth be good beneath and Heaven above her! If she have sent her servants in our pain, If she have fought with Death and dulled his sword; If she have given back our sick again, And to the breast the weakling lips restored, Is it a little thing that she has wrought? Then Life and Death and Motherhood be nought.
Страница 234 - High noon behind the tamarisks — the sun is hot above us — As at Home the Christmas Day is breaking wan. They will drink our healths at dinner — those who tell us how they love us, And forget us till another year be gone!
Страница 166 - The toad beneath the harrow knows Exactly where each tooth-point goes ; The butterfly upon the road Preaches contentment to that toad.
Страница 48 - Such greeting as should come from those Whose fathers faced the Sepoy hordes, Or served You in the Russian snows, And, dying, left their sons their swords. And some of us have fought for You Already in the Afghan Pass — Or where the scarce-seen smoke-puffs flew From Boer marksmen in the grass ; And all are bred to do Your will By land and sea — wherever flies The Flag to fight and follow still, And work Your Empire's destinies.
Страница 219 - Counsellors cunning and silent — comforters true and tried, And never a one of the fifty to sneer at a rival bride. Thought in the early morning, solace in time of woes, Peace in the hush of the twilight, balm ere my eyelids close.