Rudyard Kipling

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And that is why I have to

All the world over, nursing their scars, Sit the old fighting-men broke in the wars— Sit the old fighting-men, surly and grim Mocking the lilt of the conquerors' hymn
Dust of the battle o'erwhelmed them and hid
Fame never found them for ...

There were thirty million English who talked of England's might,
There were twenty broken troopers who lacked a bed for the night
They had neither food nor money, they had neither service nor trade;
They were only shiftless soldiers...

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We're foot—slog—slog—slog—sloggin' over Africa —Foot—foot—foot—foot—sloggin' over Africa —(Boots—boots—boots—boots—movin' up an' down again
) There's no discharge in the war
Seven—six—eleven—five—nine-an'-twenty mile to-day —Four...

Master, this is Thy Servant
He is rising eight weeks old
He is mainly Head and Tummy
His legs are uncontrolled

OD gave all men all earth to love, But since our hearts are small,
Ordained for each one spot should prove Belovèd over all;
That, as He watched Creation’s birth, So we, in godlike mood,
May of our love create our earth And see that...

Full thirty foot she towered from waterline to rail
It cost a watch to steer her, and a week to shorten sail;
But, spite all modern notions,
I found her first and best —The only certain packet for the Islands of the Blest

Take up the White Man's burden— Send forth the best ye breed— Go, bind your sons to exile To serve your captives' need;
To wait, in heavy harness,
On fluttered folk and wild— Your new-caught sullen peoples,
Half devil and half child

I've taken my fun where I've found it;
I've rogued an' I've ranged in my time;
I've 'ad my pickin' o' sweet'earts,
An' four o' the lot was prime

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
I had been singin' to them to keep 'em quiet t...

Lord,
Thou hast made this world below the shadow of a dream,
An', taught by time,
I tak' it so — exceptin' always Steam

A fool there was and he made his prayer (Even as you and I
)To a rag and a bone and a hunk of hair (We called her the woman who did not care)But the fool he called her his lady fair (Even as you and I
) Oh, the years we waste and the tea...