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
wise brother lying
The beasts are very wise, Their mouths are clean of lies, They talk one to the other, Bullock to bullock brothers Resting after their labors, Each in stall with his neighbors, But man with goad and whip, Breaks up their fellowship, Shouts in their silky ears Filling their soul with fears. When he has plowed the land, He says: "they understand." But the beasts in stall together, Freed from the yoke and tether, Say as the torn flank smoke: "Nay, 'twas the whip that spoke."
brother men sticks
One man in a thousand, Solomon says. Will stick more close than a brother. And it's worth while seeking him half your days If you find him before the other. ---The Thousandth Man
death dog brother
There is sorrow enough in the natural way From men and woman to fill our day; But when we are certain of sorrow in store, Why do we always arrange for more? Brothers & Sisters, I bid you beware Of giving your heart to a dog to tear.
sister dog brother
Brothers and Sisters, I bid you beware Of giving your heart to a dog to tear.
brother tails behinds
Brother, thy tail hangs down behind.
fair leaders leaders-and-leadership lie meets neither pack prevail shall till words
When Pack meets with Pack in the Jungle, And neither will go from the trail, Lie down till the leaders have spoken, It may be fair words shall prevail
land men might sing took
When '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!
eagle man triple ways
There be triple ways to take, of the eagle or the snake, / Or the way of a man with a maid.
beat heard pull song trail
You have heard the beat of the off-shore wind, / And the thresh of the deep-sea rain; / You have heard the song - how long? how long? / Pull out on the trail again!
chelsea fifty outer talks walks
Tho' I walks with fifty 'ousemaids outer Chelsea to the Strand, / An' they talks a lot o' lovin', but wot do they understand?
lost
To the legion of the lost ones, to the cohort of the damned.
paid
Ye thought? Ye are not paid to think.
travels
Down to Gehenna, or up to the Throne, He travels the fastest who travels alone.
fear jungle shadow sigh softly
Through the Jungle very softly flits a shadow and a sigh - / He is Fear, O Little Hunter, he is Fear!