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
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.
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!
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.
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
east meet shall twain west
East is East, and West is West, and never the twain shall meet