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
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!
nine single sixty tribal ways
There are nine and sixty ways of constructing tribal lays, / And - every - single - one - of- them - is - right!
fancy grow men nor red remarkable saints single thin
We ain't no thin red 'eroes, nor we aren't no blackguards too, But single men in barricks, most remarkable like you; An' if sometimes our conduck isn't all your fancy paints, Why single men in barricks don't grow into plaster saints
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
men saint single-man
Single men in barricks don't grow into plaster saints.
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
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