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
nice thinking sea
All good people agree, And all good people say, All nice people, like Us, are We And every one else is They: But if you cross over the sea, Instead of over the way, You may end by (think of it!) looking on We As only a sort of They!
horse nice lying
Of course the Man was wild too. He was dreadfully wild. He didn't even begin to be tame till he met the Woman, and she told him that she did not like living in his wild ways. She picked out a nice dry Cave, instead of a heap of wet leaves, to lie down in; and she strewed clean sand on the floor; and she lit a nice fire of wood at the back of the Cave; and she hung a dried wild-horse skin, tail down, across the opening of the Cave; and she said, 'Wipe your feet, dear, when you come in, and now we'll keep house.
dies england freedom stands
What stands if Freedom fall? / Who dies if England live?
found fun pay taken
I've taken my fun where I've found it / An' now I must pay for my fun.
pay sins
The sins ye do by two and two, ye must pay for, one by one
clever fool fools-and-foolishness manage needs silliest woman
The silliest woman can manage a clever man; but it needs a clever woman to manage a fool
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?
honour mine
And Ye take mine honour from me if Ye take away the sea!
clear dirty inside tend white wounded
An' for all 'is dirty 'ide / 'E was white, clear white inside / When 'e went to tend the wounded under fire.
beastly college rooms
And your rooms at college was beastly - more like a whore's than a man's.
foot horse hundred kings son table thousand
Duke's son - cook's son - son of a hundred kings - / (Fifty thousand horse and foot going to Table Bay!).
generally ginger sand
E's all 'ot sand an' ginger when alive, / An' 'e's generally shammin' when 'e's dead.
pull trail
Pull out, pull out on the Long Trail - the trail that is always new!
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.