Verses, 1889-1896Charles Scribner's sons, 1897 |
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Page ix
... pride , THE SEVEN SEAS PAGE . 158 166 168 175 A SONG OF THE ENGLISH . · . 181 Fair is our lot - O goodly is our heritage ! THE COASTWISE LIGHTS 182 Our brows are bound with spindrift and the weed is on our knees , THE SONG OF THE DEAD ...
... pride , THE SEVEN SEAS PAGE . 158 166 168 175 A SONG OF THE ENGLISH . · . 181 Fair is our lot - O goodly is our heritage ! THE COASTWISE LIGHTS 182 Our brows are bound with spindrift and the weed is on our knees , THE SONG OF THE DEAD ...
Page xx
... pride because they died , they know the worth of their bays , They sit at wine with the Maidens Nine and the Gods of the Elder Days , It is their will to serve or be still as fitteth our Father's praise . ' Tis theirs to sweep through ...
... pride because they died , they know the worth of their bays , They sit at wine with the Maidens Nine and the Gods of the Elder Days , It is their will to serve or be still as fitteth our Father's praise . ' Tis theirs to sweep through ...
Page xxi
... pride or slough the dross of Earth- - E'en as he trod that day to God so walked he from his birth , In simpleness and gentleness and honour and clean mirth . So cup to lip in fellowship they gave him welcome high And made him place at ...
... pride or slough the dross of Earth- - E'en as he trod that day to God so walked he from his birth , In simpleness and gentleness and honour and clean mirth . So cup to lip in fellowship they gave him welcome high And made him place at ...
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... pride it is to know no spur of pride , And the Curse of Reuben holds us till an alien turf enfolds us And we die , and none can tell Them where we died . We're poor little lambs who've lost our way , Baa ! Baa ! Baa ! We're little black ...
... pride it is to know no spur of pride , And the Curse of Reuben holds us till an alien turf enfolds us And we die , and none can tell Them where we died . We're poor little lambs who've lost our way , Baa ! Baa ! Baa ! We're little black ...
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... pride : He has lifted her out of the stable - door between the dawn and the day , And turned the calkins upon her feet , and ridden her far away . Then up and spoke the Colonel's son that led a troop of the Guides : " Is there never a ...
... pride : He has lifted her out of the stable - door between the dawn and the day , And turned the calkins upon her feet , and ridden her far away . Then up and spoke the Colonel's son that led a troop of the Guides : " Is there never a ...
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Popular passages
Page 65 - Oh, East is East, and West is West, and never the twain shall meet, Till Earth and Sky stand presently at God's great Judgment Seat; But there is neither East nor West, Border, nor Breed, nor Birth, When two strong men stand face to face, though they come from the ends of the earth!
Page 3 - What's that so black agin the sun ?" said Files-on-Parade. "It's Danny fightin' 'ard for life," the Colour-Sergeant said. "What's that that whimpers over'ead?" said Files-on-Parade "It's Danny's soul that's passin' now,
Page 39 - I seed her fust a-smokin' of a whackin' white cheroot, An' a-wastin' Christian kisses on an 'eathen idol's foot: Bloomin' idol made o' mud — Wot they called the Great Gawd Budd — Plucky lot she cared for idols when I kissed 'er where she stud! On the road to Mandalay When the mist was on the rice-fields an' the sun was droppin' slow, She'd git 'er little banjo an' she'd sing " Kulla-lo-lo!" With 'er arm upon my shoulder, an' 'cr cheek agin my cheek, We useter watch the steamers an' the hathis...
Page 192 - Go to your work and be strong, halting not in your ways, Baulking the end half-won for an instant dole of praise. Stand to your work and be wise — certain of sword and pen, Who are neither children nor Gods, but men in a world of men ! THE FIRST CHANTEY.
Page 258 - Thy face is far from this our war, Our call and counter-cry, I shall not find Thee quick and kind, Nor know Thee till I die. Enough for me in dreams to see And touch Thy garments' hem : Thy feet have trod so near to God I may not follow them.
Page 7 - Fuzzy-Wuzzy (Soudan Expeditionary Force) We've fought with many men acrost the seas, An' some of 'em was brave an' some was not: The Paythan an' the Zulu an' Burmese; But the Fuzzy was the finest o' the lot. We never got a ha'porth's change of 'im: 'E squatted in the scrub an' 'ocked our 'orses, 'E cut our sentries up at Suakim, An' 'e played the cat an
Page 352 - For to admire an' for to see, For to be' old this -world so wide — It never done no good to me, But I can't drop it if I tried!
Page 40 - Come you back to Mandalay, Where the old Flotilla lay: Can't you 'ear their paddles chunkin' from Rangoon to Mandalay? On the road to Mandalay, Where the flyin'-fishes play, An' the dawn comes up like thunder outer China 'crost the Bay!
Page 165 - The depth and dream of my desire, The bitter paths wherein I stray, Thou knowest Who hast made the Fire, Thou knowest Who hast made the Clay. One stone the more swings to her place In that dread Temple of Thy worth — It is enough that through Thy grace I saw naught common on Thy earth.
Page 302 - e might require, 'E went an' took — the same as me! The market-girls an fishermen, The shepherds an' the sailors, too, They 'eard old songs turn up again, But kep' it quiet — same as you! They knew 'e stole; 'e knew they knowed. They didn't tell, nor make a fuss, But winked at 'Omer down the road, An' 'e winked back — the same as us!