The Seven SeasD. Appleton, 1896 - 209 páginas |
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... you wel- come back again ! Go , get you gone up - Channel with the sea - crust on your plates ; Go , get you into London with the burden of your freights ! Haste , for they talk of Empire there , and 4 A Song of the English .
... you wel- come back again ! Go , get you gone up - Channel with the sea - crust on your plates ; Go , get you into London with the burden of your freights ! Haste , for they talk of Empire there , and 4 A Song of the English .
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Rudyard Kipling. Haste , for they talk of Empire there , and say , if any seek , The Lights of England sent you and by silence shall ye speak . The Song of the Dead . Hear now the Song of the Dead - in the North by the torn berg - edges ...
Rudyard Kipling. Haste , for they talk of Empire there , and say , if any seek , The Lights of England sent you and by silence shall ye speak . The Song of the Dead . Hear now the Song of the Dead - in the North by the torn berg - edges ...
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... there's never a wave of all her waves But marks our English dead : We have strawed our best to the weed's unrest To the shark and the sheering gull . If blood be the price of admiralty , Lord God , we ha ' paid in full ! There's never a ...
... there's never a wave of all her waves But marks our English dead : We have strawed our best to the weed's unrest To the shark and the sheering gull . If blood be the price of admiralty , Lord God , we ha ' paid in full ! There's never a ...
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... There is no sound , no echo of sound , in the des- erts of the deep , Or the great gray level plains of ooze where the shell - burred cables creep . Here in the womb of the world - here on the tie- ribs of earth Words , and the words of ...
... There is no sound , no echo of sound , in the des- erts of the deep , Or the great gray level plains of ooze where the shell - burred cables creep . Here in the womb of the world - here on the tie- ribs of earth Words , and the words of ...
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... there was not , nor word , shadow nor showing , Still the light stirred on the deep , glowing and growing . Then did He leap to His place flaring from under , He the Compeller , the Sun , bared to our wonder . Nay , not a league from ...
... there was not , nor word , shadow nor showing , Still the light stirred on the deep , glowing and growing . Then did He leap to His place flaring from under , He the Compeller , the Sun , bared to our wonder . Nay , not a league from ...
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Términos y frases comunes
72 Fifth Avenue ain't American Civil War Army Baltic BARRACK-ROOM BALLADS barrick be'ind beggar beneath Bill Awkins blind blood bloomin blow blue Buy my English Captain Cheer clear Cloth Cullingworth Daily Chronicle dead eard eathen English posies eyes fight fought gale Gawd give Gloster guns Hail hand harp harpit hast hear heart jolly keep King Kipling's kiss knew land lift Lord Majesty's Man-o'-War's er usband Mary Mother Carey naked neath never night Northern Light Orse-Gunners Pall Mall Gazette port praise price of admiralty pride Reuben Paine road roar Romance round Royal Engineer Rudyard Kipling sail sailor Sapper sergeant ship sing skin smoke soldiers song soul stand story Stralsund Thee There's things Thou thousand Tom Hall True Thomas turn Twas wait watch wind word Ye'll York Sun
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Página 208 - When earth's last picture is painted, and the tubes are twisted and dried. When the oldest colors have faded, and the youngest critic has died. We shall rest and, faith, we shall need It — lie down for an aeon or two. Till the master of all good workmen shall set us to work anew ! And those that were good shall be happy ; they shall sit in a golden chair : They shall splash at a ten-league canvas with brushes of comets...
Página 2 - Keep ye the Law — be swift in all obedience — Clear the land of evil, drive the road and bridge the ford. Make ye sure to each his own That he reap where he hath sown ; By the peace among Our peoples let men know we serve the Lord!
Página 6 - We were dreamers, dreaming greatly, in the manstifled town; We yearned beyond the sky-line where the strange roads go down. Came the Whisper, came the Vision, came the Power with the Need. Till the Soul that is not man's soul was lent us to lead.
Página v - The cities are full of pride, Challenging each to each — This from her mountainside, That from her burthened beach. R. KIPLING. Fancy a novel about Chicago or Buffalo, let us say, or Nashville, Tennessee! There are just three big cities in the United States that are "story cities" — New York, of course, New Orleans, and, best of the lot, San Francisco.
Página 208 - And only the Master shall praise us, and only the Master shall blame; And no one shall work for money, and no one shall work for fame; But each for the joy of the working, and each, in his separate star, Shall draw the Thing as he sees It for the God of Things as They Are!
Página 75 - In the desert where the dung-fed camp-smoke curled There was never voice before us till I led our lonely chorus, I — the war-drum of the White Man round the world! By the bitter road the Younger Son must tread, Ere he win to hearth and saddle of his own, — 'Mid the riot of the shearers at the shed, In the silence of the herder's hut alone — In the twilight, on a bucket upside down, Hear me babble what the weakest won't confess — I am Memory and Torment — I am Town! I am all that ever went...
Página 172 - Oogli, Shy as a girl to begin; Aggie de Castrer she made me, An' Aggie was clever as sin; Older than me, but my first un— More like a mother she were— Showed me the way to promotion an' pay, An' I learned about women from 'er!
Página 101 - Take the flower and turn the hour, and kiss your love again ! Buy my English posies...
Página 31 - My engines, after ninety days o' race an' rack an' strain Through all the seas of all Thy world, slam-bangin' home again. Slam-bang too much — they knock a wee — the crosshead-gibs are loose ; But thirty thousand mile o' sea has gied them fair excuse. . . . Fine, clear an' dark — a full-draught breeze, \vi' Ushant out o' sight, An' Ferguson relievin