Rudyard Kipling

Rudyard Kipling

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Joseph Rudyard Kipling (/ˈrʌdjərd/ RUD-yərd; 30 December 1865 – 18 January 1936)[1] was an English journalist, short-story writer, poet, and novelist. He was born in India, which inspired much of his work.
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Mulhollands Contract

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...
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The White Mans Burden

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
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MAndrews Hymn

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

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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The Ladies

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
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The Vampire

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...
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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...
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A Childs Garden

Now there is nothing wrong with
Except — I think it's called T
And that is why I have to
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The Three-Decker

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
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Old Fighting-Men

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 ...
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His Apologies

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

'Ave you 'eard o' the Widow at Windsor With a hairy gold crown on 'er 'ead
She 'as ships on the foam — she 'as millions at 'ome,
An' she pays us poor beggars in red
(Ow, poor beggars in red
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The Children

These were our children who died for our lands: they were dear in our sight
We have only the memory left of their hometreasured sayings and laughter
The price of our loss shall be paid to our hands, not another's hereafter
Neither t...
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The Way Through The Woods

They shut the road through the
Seventy years ago
Weather and rain have undone it again,
And now you would never
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By the old Moulmein Pagoda, lookin' lazy at the sea,
There's a Burma girl a-settin', and I know she thinks o' me;
For the wind is in the palm-trees, and the temple-bells they say:"Come you back, you British soldier; come you back to...
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