Early verseCharles Scribner's sons, 1899 |
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Ahasuerus Anne of Austria Ary-an BATTLE OF ASSYE beast Behold beneath Boanerges Blitzen BOAR BUCKET churl CURSING OF STEPHEN dance dawn dead dear Death Delilah dream dusky crew Earth eyes face fall fight fled fought gold hand hath head hear heart heliograph Hills horse Indian Jack Barrett Jane Austen jezail Jill King kiss knew Kolazai Lady Lamps for Old land light lips Little Tin Gods Lord Lovers maid MASQUE OF PLENTY neath never night NUIT BLANCHE numbered o'er old sake's sake Overland Mail Pagett passed Peshawur pity plain Potiphar Potiphar Gubbins praise punkah Quetta rain rest rhyme SEMICHORUS silver Simla sing Sleary SONG soul Sudder Bazaar sweet sword tale Tara Devi thee There's things thou tonga tonga-bar turn Ulysses United Services College wait Waler watched Wherefore wonder Yar Mohammed young Yusufzai
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Сторінка 228 - Will it see me safe through my journey or leave me bogged in the mire ? Since a puff of tobacco can cloud it, shall I follow the fitful fire? Open the old cigar-box — let me consider anew — Old friends, and who is Maggie that I should abandon you! A million surplus Maggies are willing to bear the yoke ; And a woman is only a woman, but a good cigar is a Smoke.
Сторінка 188 - Is the torrent in spate? He must ford it or swim. Has the rain wrecked the road? He must climb by the cliff. Does the tempest cry "Halt"? What are tempests to him? The Service admits not a "but
Сторінка 242 - High noon behind the tamarisks — the sun is hot above us — As at Home the Christmas Day is breaking wan. They will drink our healths at dinner — those who tell us how they love us, And forget us till another year be gone!
Сторінка 220 - By ills foredone, by peace her toils discover, Bid Earth be good beneath and Heaven above her! If she have sent her servants in our pain, If she have fought with Death and dulled his sword; If she have given back our sick again, And to the breast the weakling lips restored, Is it a little thing that she has wrought? Then Life and Death and Motherhood be nought.
Сторінка 174 - The toad beneath the harrow knows Exactly where each tooth-point goes ; The butterfly upon the road Preaches contentment to that toad.
Сторінка 56 - Such greeting as should come from those Whose fathers faced the Sepoy hordes, Or served You in the Russian snows, And, dying, left their sons their swords. And some of us have fought for You Already in the Afghan Pass — Or where the scarce-seen smoke-puffs flew From Boer marksmen in the grass ; And all are bred to do Your will By land and sea — wherever flies The Flag to fight and follow still, And work Your Empire's destinies.
Сторінка 227 - Counsellors cunning and silent — comforters true and tried, And never a one of the fifty to sneer at a rival bride. Thought in the early morning, solace in time of woes, Peace in the hush of the twilight, balm ere my eyelids close.
Сторінка 191 - THE SHEPHERD. HOW sweet is the shepherd's sweet lot ; From the morn to the evening he strays ; He shall follow his sheep all the day, And his tongue shall be filled with praise. For he hears the lambs...
Сторінка 215 - A scrimmage in a Border Station A canter down some dark defile Two thousand pounds of education Drops to a ten-rupee jezail The Crammer's boast, the Squadron's pride, Shot like a rabbit in a ride!
Сторінка 276 - By the brand upon my shoulder, by the gall of clinging steel, By the welt the whips have left me, by the scars that never heal; By eyes grown old with staring through the sunwash on the brine, I am paid in full for service. Would that service still were mine!