Rudyard Kipling
Rudyard Kipling
Joseph Rudyard Kipling; 30 December 1865 – 18 January 1936) was an English journalist, short-story writer, poet, and novelist...
NationalityEnglish
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth30 December 1865
CityMumbai, India
art real classic
Ah! What avails the classic bent And what the cultured word, Against the undoctored incident That actually occurred? And what is Art whereto we press Through paint and prose and rhyme- When Nature in her nakedness Defeats us every time?
pain doctors agony
Doctors have been exposed-you always will be exposed-to the attacks of those persons who consider their own undisciplined emotions more important than the world's most bitter agonies-the people who would limit and cripple and hamper research because they fear research may be accompanied by a little pain and suffering.
nine way crafts
There are nine-and-sixty ways of constructing tribal lays, And every single one of them is right.
love tired tunes
There rise her timeless capitals of empires daily born, whose plinths are laid at midnight and whose streets are packed at morn; and here come tired youths and maids that feign to love or sin in tones like rusty razor blades to tunes like smitten tin.
love lying law
But remember please, the Law by which we live, we are not built to comprehend a lie, we can neither love nor pity nor forgive. If you make a slip in handling us you die.
wine drunk water
I have eaten your bread and salt. I have drunk your water and wine. The deaths ye died I have watched beside And the lives ye led were mine.
love heart men
God gives all men all earth to love, but since man's heart is small, ordains for each one spot shall prove belov?d over all.
gentleman eternity delinquency
Gentleman-rankers out on the spree, damned from here to Eternity.
wine aunt watches
If the aunt of the vicar has never touched liquor, watch out when she finds the Champagne.
war two world
However the world pretends to divide itself, there are only two divisions in the world today - human beings and Germans.
weed men garden
Our England is a garden, and such gardens are not made By singing 'Oh how wonderful' and sitting in the shade, While better men than we go out, and start their working lives By grubbing weeds from garden paths with broken dinner knives.
women land maidens
I've a neater, sweeter maiden in a cleaner, greener land!
gun thug ems
For it's "guns this" and "guns that," and "chuck 'em out, the brutes," But they're the "Savior of our loved ones" when the thugs begin to loot.
two pay sin
For the sin they do by two and two they must pay for one by one.