The Writings in Prose and Verse of Rudyard Kipling, Volume 23C. Scribner's Sons, 1906 - English literature |
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... Hobden , the hedger . He did not bother them with grown - up questions , or laugh at the donkey's head , but lay and smiled to himself in the most sensible way . ' Have you a knife on you ? ' he said at last . Dan handed over his big ...
... Hobden , the hedger . He did not bother them with grown - up questions , or laugh at the donkey's head , but lay and smiled to himself in the most sensible way . ' Have you a knife on you ? ' he said at last . Dan handed over his big ...
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... Hobden talking about Weland's Ford . ' ' If you mean old Hobden the hedger , he's only seventy - two . He told me so himself , ' said Dan . He's a intimate friend of ours . ' " You're quite right , ' Puck replied . ' I meant old Hobden's ...
... Hobden talking about Weland's Ford . ' ' If you mean old Hobden the hedger , he's only seventy - two . He told me so himself , ' said Dan . He's a intimate friend of ours . ' " You're quite right , ' Puck replied . ' I meant old Hobden's ...
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Rudyard Kipling. hunting - grounds , and their particular friend , old Hobden the hedger , had shown them how to use it . Except for the click of a rod hitting a low willow , or a switch and tussle among the young ash - leaves as a line ...
Rudyard Kipling. hunting - grounds , and their particular friend , old Hobden the hedger , had shown them how to use it . Except for the click of a rod hitting a low willow , or a switch and tussle among the young ash - leaves as a line ...
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... Hobden , to take their own dinghy from the pond and put her on the brook at the bottom of the garden . Her painted name was the Daisy , but for exploring expeditions she was the Golden Hind or the Long Serpent , or some such suitable ...
... Hobden , to take their own dinghy from the pond and put her on the brook at the bottom of the garden . Her painted name was the Daisy , but for exploring expeditions she was the Golden Hind or the Long Serpent , or some such suitable ...
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... Hobden had made for him were hidden in an old hollow beech - stub on the west of the wood . They had named the place out of the verse in Lays of Ancient Rome . From lordly Volaterrae , Where scowls the far - famed hold , Piled by the ...
... Hobden had made for him were hidden in an old hollow beech - stub on the west of the wood . They had named the place out of the verse in Lays of Ancient Rome . From lordly Volaterrae , Where scowls the far - famed hold , Piled by the ...
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Page 140 - Verbenna down to Ostia Hath wasted all the plain ; Astur hath stormed Janiculum, And the stout guards are slain. I wis in all the Senate There was no heart so bold But sore it ached and fast it beat When that ill news was told. Forthwith up rose the consul, Up rose the Fathers all ; In haste they girded up their gowns And hied them to the wall.
Page 13 - Witness those rings and roundelays Of theirs, which yet remain, Were footed in Queen Mary's days On many a grassy plain; But since of late, Elizabeth And, later, James came in, They never danced on any heath As when the time hath been.
Page 139 - The horsemen and the footmen Are pouring in amain From many a stately market-place, From many a fruitful plain, From many a lonely hamlet, Which, hid by beech and pine, Like an eagle's nest, hangs on the crest Of purple Apennine; From lordly Volaterrae Where scowls the far-famed hold Piled by the hands of giants For godlike kings of old...
Page 131 - BESIDE the ungathered rice he lay, His sickle in his hand; His breast was bare, his matted hair Was buried in the sand. Again, in the mist and shadow of sleep, He saw his Native Land.
Page 247 - Five and twenty ponies Trotting through the dark Brandy for the Parson, 'Baccy for the Clerk; Laces for a lady, letters for a spy, Watch the wall, my darling, while the Gentlemen go by!
Page 72 - I ploughed the land with horses, But my heart was ill at ease, For the old seafaring men Came to me now and then, With their sagas of the seas...
Page 248 - Five and twenty ponies, Trotting through the dark — Brandy for the Parson, 'Baccy for the Clerk. Them that asks no questions isn't told a lie — Watch the wall, my darling, while the Gentlemen go by!
Page 302 - An undefiled heritage. Teach us to bear the yoke in youth, With steadfastness and careful truth; That, in our time, Thy Grace may give The Truth whereby the Nations live. Teach us to rule ourselves alway, Controlled and cleanly night and day; That we may bring, if need arise, No maimed or worthless sacrifice. Teach us to look in all our ends, On Thee for judge, and not our friends; That we, with Thee, may walk uncowed By fear or favour of the crowd. Teach us the Strength that cannot seek, By deed...
Page 149 - No. I went to my Father, and said I should like to enter the Dacian Horse (I had seen some at Aquae Solis) ; but he said I had better begin service in a regular Legion from Rome. Now, like many of our youngsters, I was not too fond of anything Roman. The Roman-born officers and magistrates looked down on us British-born as though we were barbarians. I told my Father so. '