You call yourself a man, For all you used to swear, An' Leave me, as you can, My certain shame to bear? I'ear! You do not care, You done the worst you know. I 'ate you, grinnin' there.......
If you stop to find out what your wages will be And how they will clothe and feed you, Willie, my son, don't you go on the Sea. For the Sea will never need you. ...
Lord, Thou hast made this world below the shadow of a dream, An', taught by time, I tak' it so, exceptin' always Steam. From coupler-flange to spindle-guide I see Thy Hand, O God,...
They shall not return to us, the resolute, the young, The eager and whole-hearted whom we gave: But the men who left them thriftily to die in their own dung, Shall they come with years and honour to the grave?...
Dawn off the Foreland, the young flood making Jumbled and short and steep, Black in the hollows and bright where it's breaking, Awkward water to sweep. "Mines reported in the fairway,...
One moment past our bodies cast No shadow on the plain; Now clear and black they stride our track, And we run home again. In morning-hush, each rock and bush Stands hard, and high, and raw:...
Now Chil the Kite brings home the night That Mang the Bat sets free, The herds are shut in byre and hut, For loosed till dawn are we. This is the hour of pride and power, Talon and tush and claw....
The Song of Mowgli, I, Mowgli, am singing. Let the jungle listen to the things I have done. Shere Khan said he would kill, would kill! At the gates in the twilight he would kill Mowgli, the Frog!...
I will let loose against you the fleet-footed vines, I will call in the Jungle to stamp out your lines! The roofs shall fade before it, The house-beams shall fall; And the Karela, the bitter Karela,...
The fear was on the cattle, for the gale was on the sea, An' the pens broke up on the lower deck an' let the creatures free An' the lights went out on the lower deck, an' no one near but me. ...
"Why is my District death-rate low?" Said Binks of Hezabad. "Well, drains, and sewage-outfalls are "My own peculiar fad. "I learnt a lesson once, It ran "Thus," quoth that most veracious man: ...
There are four good legs to my Father's Chair, Priests and People and Lords and Crown. I sits on all of 'em fair and square, And that is reason it don't break down. ...
I go to concert, party, ball, What profit is in these? I sit alone against the wall And strive to look at ease. The incense that is mine by right They burn before her shrine;...
So long as memory, valour, and faith endure, Let these stones witness, through the years to come, How once there was a people fenced secure Behind great waters girdling a far home. ...