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 horse military
No one accuses the gunner of maudlin affection for anything except his beasts and his weapons. He serves as least three jealous gods-his horse and all its sadlery and harness; his gun, whose least detail of efficiency is more important than men's lives; and, when these have been attended to, the never-ending mystery of his art commands him.
military gun thank-god
The Guns, Thank God, The Guns...
military army men
The 'eathen in 'is blindness must end where 'e began. But the backbone of the Army is the non-commissioned man!
military gentleman officers
... he became an officer and a gentleman, which is an enviable thing;
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!
cosmos ego
You haf too much Ego in your Cosmos