Oh, light was the world that he weighed in his hands! Oh, heavy the tale of his fiefs and his lands! He has gone from the guddee and put on the shroud, And departed in guise of bairagi avowed! ...
Unto whose use the pregnant suns are poised, With idiot moons and stars retracting stars? Creep thou between, thy coming's all unnoised. Heaven hath her high, as Earth her baser, wars...
Kabul town's by Kabul river, Blow the trumpet, draw the sword, There I lef' my mate for ever, Wet an' drippin' by the ford. Ford, ford, ford o' Kabul river, Ford o' Kabul river in the dark!...
Aa'or - Cahors? Aggy Chell - get ahead abby-nay - Not now arder - And a half aasvogel - Vulture babul - Acacia bairagi - Wandering holy man band karo - locked up Bandar - Monkey...
I keep six honest serving-men (They taught me all I knew); Their names are What and Why and When And How and Where and Who. I send them over land and sea, I send them east and west;...
His spots are the joy of the Leopard: his horns are the Buffalo's pride. Be clean, for the strength of the hunter is known by the gloss of his hide....
Eyes aloft over dangerous places, The children follow where Psyche flies, And, in the sweat of their upturned faces, Slash with a net at the empty skies.
Unto whose use the pregnant suns are poised, With idiot moons and stars retracting stars? Creep thou between, thy coming's all unnoised. Heaven hath her high, as Earth her baser, wars....
Harry, our King in England, from London town is gone, And comen to Hamull on the Hoke in the Countie of Suthampton. For there lay the Mary of the Tower, his ship of war so strong,...
Oh, Hubshee, carry your shoes in your hand and bow your head on your breast! This is the message of Kitchener who did not break you in jest. It was permitted to him to fulfil the long-appointed years;...
Then we brought the lances down, then the trumpets blew, When we went to Kandahar, ridin' two an' two. Ridin', ridin', ridin' two an' two! Ta-ra-ra-ra-ra-ra-a! All the way to Kandahar, Ridin' two an' two.
When spring-time flushes the desert grass, Our kafilas wind through the Khyber Pass. Lean are the camels but fat the frails, Light are the purses but heavy the bales,...
Abdhur Rahman, the Durani Chief, of him is the story told. His mercy fills the Khyber hills, his grace is manifold; He has taken toll of the North and the South, his glory reacheth far,...
Who in the Realm to-day lays down dear life for the sake of a land more dear? And, unconcerned for his own estate, toils till the last grudged sands have run? Let him approach. It is proven here...
"Farewell, Romance!" the Cave-men said; "With bone well carved He went away, Flint arms the ignoble arrowhead, And jasper tips the spear to-day. Changed are the Gods of Hunt and Dance,...
After His Realms and States were moved To bare their hearts to the King they loved, Tendering themselves in homage and devotion, The Tide Wave up the Channel spoke To all those eager, exultant folk:...
Now we are come to our Kingdom, And the State is thus and thus; Our legions wait at the Palace gate, Little it profits us. Now we are come to our Kingdom!
These are the Four that are never content, that have never be filled since the Dews began, Jacala's mouth, and the glut of the Kite, and the hands of the Ape, and the Eyes of Man.