The Writings in Prose and Verse of Rudyard Kipling, Том 9C. Scribner's Sons, 1911 |
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The Writings in Prose and Verse of Rudyard Kipling: The light that failed Rudyard Kipling Повний перегляд - 1913 |
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Amomma angry armoured train Beeton began Bess Bessie better Bhutia Binat Binkie Bisharin Blackfriars Bridge blind Cairo camels canvas chair cheek chin colour D'you darkness darling dear desert Dick Dick's Dickie everything eyes face fear feel feet fire give Good-bye gray half hand head hear heart Heldar hour Jennett Kami Keneu kiss knew laughed light LIGHT THAT FAILED look Madame Maisie Maisie's Marazion Melan Melancolia minute Never mind night Nilghai notion once paint penhow picture pounds red-haired girl remember returned revolver round RUDYARD KIPLING shoulder shouted sketches sorry soul spoke stood studio Suakin Sunday suppose talk Tanai tell There's things thought to-morrow to-night told took Torp Torpen Torpenhow trouble turned voice waiting walk watched week What's woman worry worth young
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Сторінка 148 - But our love it was stronger by far than the love Of those who were older than we, Of many far wiser than we ; And neither the angels in heaven above, Nor the demons down under the sea, Can ever dissever my soul from the soul Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.
Сторінка 297 - With a heart of furious fancies, Whereof I am commander : With a burning spear, And a horse of air, To the wilderness I wander ; With a knight of ghosts and shadows, I summoned am to Tourney : Ten leagues beyond The wide world's end ; Methinks it is no journey...
Сторінка 169 - Baffled and beaten back she works on still, Weary and sick of soul she works the more, Sustained by her indomitable will: The hands shall fashion and the brain shall pore, And all her sorrow shall be turned to labour, Till death, the friend-foe, piercing with his sabre That mighty heart of hearts ends bitter war.
Сторінка 168 - To mock her grand head and the knotted frown Of forehead charged with baleful thoughts and dreams, The household bunch of keys, the housewife's gown Voluminous, indented, and yet rigid As if a shell of burnished metal frigid, The feet...
Сторінка 153 - Farewell and adieu to you, Spanish ladies! Farewell and adieu to you, ladies of Spain!
Сторінка 81 - Torpenhow came into the studio at dusk, and looked at Dick with his eyes full of the austere love that springs up between men who have tugged at the same oar together and are yoked by custom and use and the intimacies of toil. This is a good love, and, since it allows, and even encourages, strife, recrimination, and the most brutal sincerity, does not die, but increases, and is proof against any absence and evil conduct.
Сторінка 211 - The grip could draw no closer. Both men were breathing heavily. Dick threw his head from side to side and groaned. ' Let me go,' he panted. 'You're cracking my ribs. We — we mustn't let them think we're afraid, must we, — all the Powers of Darkness and that lot?' ' Lie down. It's all over now.' 'Yes,' said Dick obediently. 'But would you mind letting me hold your hand? I feel as if I wanted something to hold on to. One drops through the dark so.
Сторінка 61 - Dick knew, to be made out of them all. The poor at least should suffer that he might learn, and the rich should pay for the output of his learning. Thus his credit in the world and his cash balance at the bank would be increased. So much the better for him. He had suffered. Now he would take toll of the ills of others. The fog was driven apart for a moment, and the sun shone, a blood-red wafer, on the water.
Сторінка 195 - Melancolia, though she doesn't know she knows; and there shall be some drawing in it, and it shall all end up with a laugh. That's for myself. Shall she giggle or grin? No, she shall laugh right out of the canvas, and every man and woman that ever had a sorrow of their own shall — what is it the poem says? — "Understand the speech and feel a stir Of fellowship in all disastrous fight 'In all disastrous fight'?
Сторінка 217 - He must be a man of decent height, He must be a man of weight, He must come home on a Saturday night In a thoroughly sober state ; He must know how to love me. And he must know how to kiss ; And if he's enough to keep us both I can't refuse him bliss.