Verses, 1889-1896Charles Scribner's sons, 1897 |
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... took our chanst among the Khyber ' ills , The Boers knocked us silly at a mile , The Burman give us Irriwaddy chills , An ' a Zulu impi dished us up in style : But all we ever got from such as they Was 9 "FUZZY-WUZZY" We've fought with ...
... took our chanst among the Khyber ' ills , The Boers knocked us silly at a mile , The Burman give us Irriwaddy chills , An ' a Zulu impi dished us up in style : But all we ever got from such as they Was 9 "FUZZY-WUZZY" We've fought with ...
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... , an ' put me out o ' pain . " They saw ' is wounds was mortial , an ' they judged that it was best , So they took an ' drove the limber straight across ' is back an ' chest . The Driver ' e give nothin ' ' cept a 30 " SNARLEYOW "
... , an ' put me out o ' pain . " They saw ' is wounds was mortial , an ' they judged that it was best , So they took an ' drove the limber straight across ' is back an ' chest . The Driver ' e give nothin ' ' cept a 30 " SNARLEYOW "
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... took the point an ' dropped ; we saw the red blood run : An ' so we all was murderers that started out in fun . While it was : - " Belts .. There was a row in Silver Street - but that put down the shine , Wid each man whisperin ' to his ...
... took the point an ' dropped ; we saw the red blood run : An ' so we all was murderers that started out in fun . While it was : - " Belts .. There was a row in Silver Street - but that put down the shine , Wid each man whisperin ' to his ...
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... took him , and men declare He mowed in the branches as ape and bear , And last as a sloth , ere his body failed , And he hung as a bat in the forks , and wailed , And sleep the cord of his hands untied , And he fell , and was caught on ...
... took him , and men declare He mowed in the branches as ape and bear , And last as a sloth , ere his body failed , And he hung as a bat in the forks , and wailed , And sleep the cord of his hands untied , And he fell , and was caught on ...
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... lusted for the maid ; I might have barred his path awhile , but Scindia called me back , And I - O woe for Scindia ! -I listened and obeyed . League after league the formless scrub took shape and glided 87 WITH SCINDIA TO DELHI.
... lusted for the maid ; I might have barred his path awhile , but Scindia called me back , And I - O woe for Scindia ! -I listened and obeyed . League after league the formless scrub took shape and glided 87 WITH SCINDIA TO DELHI.
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Términos y frases comunes
ain't be'ind belts beneath blood bloomin blow bones Captain clear curse Danny Deever dark dead dear lass death Delhi town Devil drunk earth English Er-Heb ere's eyes fight fire Flag Flag of England ford Gods guard Gunga Gunga Din guns hand hast hath head hear heard heart Hell hold honour Johnnie jolly Kabul river King knew land laughed light Long Trail-the trail loot Lord Mandalay marchin mare mist mother never night o'er old trail oont Peshawur port price of admiralty pride Queen Red Horse road road to Mandalay round row in Silver ship sing skipper soldier song soul stars sword talk Taman Thee There's Thou thunder tide to-day Tom Hall Tomlinson Tommy True Thomas Twas wait watch whisper Widow Widow at Windsor wind word young British soldier
Pasajes populares
Página 65 - Oh, East is East, and West is West, and never the twain shall meet, Till Earth and Sky stand presently at God's great Judgment Seat; But there is neither East nor West, Border, nor Breed, nor Birth, When two strong men stand face to face, though they come from the ends of the earth!
Página 3 - What's that so black agin the sun ?" said Files-on-Parade. "It's Danny fightin' 'ard for life," the Colour-Sergeant said. "What's that that whimpers over'ead?" said Files-on-Parade "It's Danny's soul that's passin' now,
Página 39 - I seed her fust a-smokin' of a whackin' white cheroot, An' a-wastin' Christian kisses on an 'eathen idol's foot: Bloomin' idol made o' mud — Wot they called the Great Gawd Budd — Plucky lot she cared for idols when I kissed 'er where she stud! On the road to Mandalay When the mist was on the rice-fields an' the sun was droppin' slow, She'd git 'er little banjo an' she'd sing " Kulla-lo-lo!" With 'er arm upon my shoulder, an' 'cr cheek agin my cheek, We useter watch the steamers an' the hathis...
Página 192 - Go to your work and be strong, halting not in your ways, Baulking the end half-won for an instant dole of praise. Stand to your work and be wise — certain of sword and pen, Who are neither children nor Gods, but men in a world of men ! THE FIRST CHANTEY.
Página 258 - Thy face is far from this our war, Our call and counter-cry, I shall not find Thee quick and kind, Nor know Thee till I die. Enough for me in dreams to see And touch Thy garments' hem : Thy feet have trod so near to God I may not follow them.
Página 7 - Fuzzy-Wuzzy (Soudan Expeditionary Force) We've fought with many men acrost the seas, An' some of 'em was brave an' some was not: The Paythan an' the Zulu an' Burmese; But the Fuzzy was the finest o' the lot. We never got a ha'porth's change of 'im: 'E squatted in the scrub an' 'ocked our 'orses, 'E cut our sentries up at Suakim, An' 'e played the cat an
Página 352 - For to admire an' for to see, For to be' old this -world so wide — It never done no good to me, But I can't drop it if I tried!
Página 40 - Come you back to Mandalay, Where the old Flotilla lay: Can't you 'ear their paddles chunkin' from Rangoon to Mandalay? On the road to Mandalay, Where the flyin'-fishes play, An' the dawn comes up like thunder outer China 'crost the Bay!
Página 165 - The depth and dream of my desire, The bitter paths wherein I stray, Thou knowest Who hast made the Fire, Thou knowest Who hast made the Clay. One stone the more swings to her place In that dread Temple of Thy worth — It is enough that through Thy grace I saw naught common on Thy earth.
Página 302 - 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!