The Writings in Prose and Verse of Rudyard Kipling, Volume 23C. Scribner's Sons, 1906 - English literature |
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... roll about up there splitting reasons with me , " said the novice . " Come back to the Ford and thank the Smith , or you'll be sorry . " 66 ' Back the farmer had to go ! I led the horse , though no one saw me , and the novice walked ...
... roll about up there splitting reasons with me , " said the novice . " Come back to the Ford and thank the Smith , or you'll be sorry . " 66 ' Back the farmer had to go ! I led the horse , though no one saw me , and the novice walked ...
Page 54
... accounts , showed him the roll of the Manor , in which were written all the names of our fields and men , and he asked me a thousand questions touching the land , the timber , the grazing , the mill , and the fish - 54 PUCK OF POOK'S HILL.
... accounts , showed him the roll of the Manor , in which were written all the names of our fields and men , and he asked me a thousand questions touching the land , the timber , the grazing , the mill , and the fish - 54 PUCK OF POOK'S HILL.
Page 55
... rolling above the cup , and he pounced in his talk like an eagle , swooping from one thing to another , but always binding fast . Yes ; he would lie still awhile , and then rustle in the straw , and speak sometimes as though he were ...
... rolling above the cup , and he pounced in his talk like an eagle , swooping from one thing to another , but always binding fast . Yes ; he would lie still awhile , and then rustle in the straw , and speak sometimes as though he were ...
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... roll clean over and sink . Again , though Hugh laboured with Witta all night , I lay under the deck with the Talking Bird , and cared not whether I lived or died . There is a sickness of the sea which , for three days , is pure death ...
... roll clean over and sink . Again , though Hugh laboured with Witta all night , I lay under the deck with the Talking Bird , and cared not whether I lived or died . There is a sickness of the sea which , for three days , is pure death ...
Page 82
... and in that anointed patch he turned her head to the wind and threw out oars at the end of a rope , to make , he said , an anchor at which we lay rolling sorely , but dry . This craft his father Guthrum 82 PUCK OF POOK'S HILL.
... and in that anointed patch he turned her head to the wind and threw out oars at the end of a rope , to make , he said , an anchor at which we lay rolling sorely , but dry . This craft his father Guthrum 82 PUCK OF POOK'S HILL.
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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. '