The Five NationsDoubleday, Page & Company, 1903 - 215 páginas |
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Términos y frases comunes
African kopje ain't amper ant-bear ave learned ave seen bachelor e fights bandolier barb-wire be'ind biltong bloomin Boer Boots-boots-boots-boots bullet bye-good luck captivity COMPOSITE COLUMNS Copyright cordite dead dust E'll Earth England fellers files finish is little firin flank foes forget-lest we forget go ome gods gold Good-bye guns hate hath heart Hunter River inder Kamakura King known a lot land learned at Waterval Lest we forget-lest Lord lyin Marabastad married mock movin neath never night PEACE OF DIVES Pharaoh pompom pride rain Riding rifle Rudyard Kipling Satan Sergeant shame sight worse silly six undred smell South Africa takin thee There's no discharge things thou trekkin Ubique means wait wants to finish Ware shoal Waterval The meanin wattle by Lichtenberg wattle round Lichtenberg Whistle Tip White Man's burden WILFUL-MISSING word worse than Piet
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Página 181 - If, drunk with sight of power, we loose Wild tongues that have not Thee in awe, Such boastings as the Gentiles use, Or lesser breeds without the Law— Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet, Lest we forget— left we forget!
Página 68 - Take up the White Man's burden The savage wars of peace Fill full the mouth of Famine, And bid the sickness cease; And when your goal is nearest (The end for others sought) Watch sloth and heathen folly Bring all your hope to nought. Take up the White Man's burden No iron rule of kings, But toil of serf and sweeper The tale of common things.
Página 180 - The tumult and the shouting dies — The captains and the kings depart — Still stands Thine ancient sacrifice, An humble and a contrite heart.
Página 67 - TAKE up the White Man's burden — Send forth the best ye breed — Go bind your sons to exile To serve your captives' need; To wait in heavy harness, On fluttered folk and wild — Your new-caught, sullen peoples, Half-devil and half-child.
Página 67 - Take up the White Man's burden — Send forth the best ye breed — Go bind your sons to exile To serve your captives' need; To wait in heavy harness On fluttered folk and wild — Your new-caught, sullen peoples, Half devil and half child. Take up the White Man's Burden...
Página 179 - ath it come to me — not pride, Nor yet conceit, but on the 'ole (If such a term may be applied), The makin's of a bloomin' soul. But now, discharged, I fall away To do with little things again. . . . Gawd, 'oo knows all I cannot say, Look after me in Thamesfontein ! // England was what England seems An not the England of our dreams, But only putty, brass, an paint, 'Ow quick we'd chuck 'er!
Página 69 - Take up the White Man's burden, And reap his old reward — The blame of those ye better The hate of those ye guard — The cry of hosts ye humour (Ah, slowly!) toward the light:-- "Why brought ye us from bondage, Our loved Egyptian night?
Página 77 - A NATION spoke to a Nation, A Queen sent word to a Throne: "Daughter am I in my mother's house, But mistress in my own. The gates are mine to open, As the gates are mine to close, And I set my house in order,
Página 47 - Ores you'll find there; wood and cattle; water-transit sure and steady (That should keep the railway rates down), coal and iron at your doors. God took care to hide that country till He judged His people ready, Then He chose me for His Whisper, and I've found it, and it's yours! Yes, your "Never-never country" — yes, your "edge of cultivation " And "no sense in going further" — till I crossed the range to see.
Página 57 - God gives all men all earth to love, But since man's heart is small. Ordains for each one spot shall prove Beloved over all. Each to his choice, and I rejoice The lot has fallen to me In a fair ground — in a fair ground — Yea, Sussex by the sea!