The Writings in Prose and Verse of Rudyard Kipling, Том 10Charles Scribner's Sons, 1920 |
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ain't Anne of Austria BALLAD OF BOH be'ind belts beneath best go look bloomin BOH DA THONE breast Captain CHORUS Clampherdown Colour-Sergeant curse Danny Deever dark dawn dead Death Delhi town Earth Er-Heb ere's eyes face fell fight fire FISHER'S BOARDING-HOUSE fled ford Fuzzy-Wuzzy give Gods Gunga Gunga Din guns hand hath head hear heard heart honour India Jack Barrett Jane Austen jezail Johnnie Kabul river King Lady of Rest Lamps for Old land light loot Lord maid Mandalay marchin MASQUE OF PLENTY mist never night o'er oont Pagett Peshawur plain Potiphar rain road SCINDIA screw-guns SEMICHORUS silver Simla sing smoke soldier song soul sword Taman Tara Devi thee There's thou to-day toil Tommy tonga-bar true love turn twain Twas VICEROY RESIGNS wait watched wheel Widow at Windsor wind women Yar Mohammed young
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