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
above body buried came caught days dead double ended frenchman head hook sea shoulders shout
Prize, oh! Haul! shouted Dan, but the shout ended in a shrill, double shriek of horror, for out of the sea came - the body of the dead Frenchman buried two days before! The hook had caught him under the right armpit, and he swayed, erect and horrible, head and shoulders above water.
broken dinner england gardens knives lives men paths singing sitting start weeds
Our England is a garden, and such gardens are not made By singing - 'Oh how beautiful!' and sitting in the shade, While better men than we go out and start their working lives At grubbing weeds from gravel paths with broken dinner knives
beneath butterfly contentment exactly knows preaches road toad
The toad beneath the harrow knows / Exactly where each tooth-point goes; / The butterfly upon the road / Preaches contentment to that toad.
born jest kinder turn work
Is it true, what you told me jest now, that you never done a hand's turn o' work in all your born life? Must feel kinder awful, don't it?
fun head mouth thundering tongue
I've a head like a concertina, I've a tongue like a buttonstick, I've a mouth like an old potato, and I'm more than a little sick, But I've had my fun o' the Corp'ral's Guard; I've made the cinders fly, And I'm here in the Clink for a thundering drin
head mouth tongue
I've a head like a concertina, I've a tongue like a button-stick, / I've a mouth like an old potato, and I'm more than a little sick.
behind lost waiting
Something lost behind the Ranges. Lost and waiting for you. Go!
judy lady sisters
For the Colonel's Lady an' Judy O'Grady / Are sisters under their skins!
altered building since trade
How very little, since things were made, / Things have altered in the building trade.
man
You're a better man than I am, Gunga Din!
cut man married
You may write it on his tombstone, You may cut it on his card, That a young man married is a young man marred
people
All the people like us are We, / And every one else is They.
draw god sees separate shall
And, each in his separate star, / Shall draw the Thing as he sees it for the God of things as they are!
rio roll
And I'd like to roll to Rio / Some day before I'm old!