Early verseC. Scribner's sons, 1900 |
Друга издања - Прикажи све
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Anne of Austria ASSYE beast Behold beneath Boanerges Blitzen Boar curse dance dawn dead dear Death Delilah dream dusky crew Earth eyes face fall fight fire Fisher's boarding-house fled fought galley give Gods gold hand hath head hear heart heliograph Hills horse Indian Jack Jack Barrett Jane Austen jezail King kiss knew Lady of Rest Lamps for Old land light lips Lord Lovers Maggie Mahratta maid Mashobra Murree neath never night o'er old sake's sake Pagett pass Peshawur plain Potiphar punkah Quetta rain rhyme river rose RUDYARD KIPLING scornful SEMICHORUS Simla sing Sleary song soul strange Sudder Bazaar sweet sword tale Tara Devi tell thee There's things thou pity toil tonga tonga-bar turn United Services College village voice wait watched wheel Wherefore wonder Yar Mohammed young Yusufzai
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