The Seven SeasD. Appleton, 1896 - 209 páginas |
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... MOTHER - LODGE . " FOLLOW ME ' OME " THE SERGEANT'S WEDDIN ' . THE JACKET . THE ' EATHEN • · THE SHUT - EYE SENTRY " MARY , PITY WOMEN ! " FOR TO ADMIRE . · · • 171 175 177 . 181 · • 184 . 187 . 191 · 198 · · 202 · 205 L'ENVOI . . 208 ...
... MOTHER - LODGE . " FOLLOW ME ' OME " THE SERGEANT'S WEDDIN ' . THE JACKET . THE ' EATHEN • · THE SHUT - EYE SENTRY " MARY , PITY WOMEN ! " FOR TO ADMIRE . · · • 171 175 177 . 181 · • 184 . 187 . 191 · 198 · · 202 · 205 L'ENVOI . . 208 ...
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... match with mine ? " And the men that breed from them They traffic up and down , But cling to their cities ' hem As a child to the mother's gown . When they talk with the stranger bands , Dazed and. DEDICATION TO THE CITY OF BOMBAY.
... match with mine ? " And the men that breed from them They traffic up and down , But cling to their cities ' hem As a child to the mother's gown . When they talk with the stranger bands , Dazed and. DEDICATION TO THE CITY OF BOMBAY.
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Rudyard Kipling. ( Neither by service nor fee Come I to mine estate- Mother of Cities to me , For I was born in her gate , Between the palms and the sea , Where the world - end steamers wait . ) Now for this debt I owe , And for her far ...
Rudyard Kipling. ( Neither by service nor fee Come I to mine estate- Mother of Cities to me , For I was born in her gate , Between the palms and the sea , Where the world - end steamers wait . ) Now for this debt I owe , And for her far ...
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... Mother , thy sons have more ! From the whine of a dying man , from the snarl of a wolf - pack freed , Turn , for the world is thine . Mother , be proud of thy seed ! Count , are we feeble or few ? Hear , is our speech so rude ? Look ...
... Mother , thy sons have more ! From the whine of a dying man , from the snarl of a wolf - pack freed , Turn , for the world is thine . Mother , be proud of thy seed ! Count , are we feeble or few ? Hear , is our speech so rude ? Look ...
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Rudyard Kipling. Those that have stayed at thy knees , Mother , go call them in- We that were bred overseas wait and would speak with our kin . Not in the dark do we fight - haggle and flout and gibe ; Selling our love for a price ...
Rudyard Kipling. Those that have stayed at thy knees , Mother , go call them in- We that were bred overseas wait and would speak with our kin . Not in the dark do we fight - haggle and flout and gibe ; Selling our love for a price ...
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Página 145 - e might require, 'E went an' took — the same as me! The market-girls an fishermen, The shepherds an' the sailors, too, They 'eard old songs turn up again, But kep' it quiet — same as you! They knew 'e stole; 'e knew they knowed. They didn't tell, nor make a fuss, But winked at 'Omer down the road, An' 'e winked back — the same as us!
Página 25 - Loud sang the souls of the jolly, jolly mariners, Plucking at their harps, and they plucked unhandily : ' Our thumbs are rough and tarred, And the tune is something hard — May we lift a Deepsea Chantey such as seamen use at sea?
Página 3 - 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 145 - Omer smote 'is bloomin' lyre, He'd 'eard men sing by land an' sea; An what he thought 'e might require, 'E went an' took — the same as me I The market-girls an' fishermen, The shepherds an
Página 79 - And the tunes that mean so much to you alone Common tunes that make you choke and blow your nose Vulgar tunes that bring the laugh that brings the groan I can rip your very heartstrings out with those...
Página 173 - 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 10 - The wrecks dissolve above us ; their dust drops down from afar — Down to the dark, to the utter dark, where the blind white sea-snakes are There is no sound, no echo of sound, in the deserts of the deep, Or the great grey level plains of ooze where the shell-burred cables creep.
Página 125 - The cynic devil in his blood That bids him mock his hurrying soul; That bids him flout the Law he makes, That bids him make the Law he flouts...