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English writer of prose and verse
(1865 - 1936)
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When 'Omer smote 'is bloomin' lyre,
  He'd 'eard men sing by land an' sea;
    An' what he thought 'e might require,
      'E went an' took--the same as me.
      - Barrack-Room Ballads--Introduction

The weather door of the smoking-room had been left open to the North Atlantic fog, as the big liner rolled and lifted, whistling to warn the fishing-fleet.
      - Captains Courageous [Books (First Lines)]

High noon behind the tamarisks, the sun is hot above us--
  As at home the Christmas Day is breaking wan,
    They will drink our healths at dinner, those who tell us how they love us,
      And forget us till another year be gone!
      - Christmas in India [Christmas]

Over the edge of the purple down,
  Where the single lamplight gleams,
    Know ye the road to the Merciful Town
      That is hard by the Sea of Dreams--
        Where the poor may lay their wrongs away,
          And the sick may forget to weep?
            But we--pity us! Oh pity us!--
              We wakeful; Ah, pity us!--
      - City of Sleep [Sleep]

If any question why we died,
  Tell them, because our fathers lied.
      - Common Form,
        in "Epitaphs of War 1914-1918" from in The Years Between

"For they're hangin' Danny Deever, you can 'ear the Dead March play,
  The regiment's in 'ollow square--They're hangin' him to-day;
    They're taken of his buttons off an' cut his stripes away,
      An' they're hangin' Danny Deever in the morning."
      - Danny Deever [Soldiers]

"What are the bugles blowin' for?" said Files-on-Parade.
  "To turn you out, to turn you out," the Colour Sergeant said.
      - Danny Deever [Soldiers]

Seven Watchmen sitting in a tower,
  Watching what had come upon Mankind,
    Showed the Man the Glory and the Power
      And bade him shape the Kingdom to his mind.
        . . . .
          That a man's mind is wont to tell him more
            Than Seven Watchmen sitting in a tower.
      - Dedication to Seven Watchmen [Mind]

Favouritism governed kissage,
  Even as it does in this age.
      - Departmental Ditties--General Summary

Never was isle so little, never was sea so lone,
  But over the scud and the palm-trees an English flag was flown.
      - English Flag [England]

Winds of the World give answer! They are whimpering to and fro--
  And what should they know of England who only England know?--
      - English Flag [England]

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!
      - For to Admire, in "The Seven Seas" [World]

So 'ere's to you, Fuzzy-Wuzzy, at your 'ome in the Soudan;
  You're a pore benighted 'eathen but a first-class fightin' man;
    And 'ere's to you, Fuzzy-Wuzzy, with your 'ay-rick 'ead of 'air;
      You big black boundin' beggar--for you broke a British square!
      - Fuzzy-Wuzzy [Soldiers]

Though I've belted you and flayed you,
  By the livin' Gawd that made you,
    You're a better man than I am, Gunga Din.
      - Gunga Din [Man]

The heart of a man to the heart of a maid--
  Light of my tents, be fleet--
    Morning awaits at the end of the world,
      And the world is all at our feet.
      - Gypsy Trail [Love]

The white moth to the closing vine,
  The bee to the open clover,
    And the Gypsy blood to the Gypsy blood
      Ever the wide world over.
      - Gypsy Trail [Love]

The wild hawk to the wind-swept sky,
  The deer to the wholesome wold;
    And the heart of a man to the heart of a maid,
      As it was in the days of old.
      - Gypsy Trail [Love]

If you can keep your head when all about you
  Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
    If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
      But make allowance for their doubting too;
        . . . .
          Yours is the Earth and every thing that's in it,
            And--which is more--you'll be a man, my son!
      - If, first and last lines [Man]

There are gems of wondrous brightness
  Ofttimes lying at our feet,
    And we pass them, walking thoughtless,
      Down the busy, crowded street.
        If we knew, our pace would slacken,
          We would step more oft with care,
            Lest our careless feet be treading
              To the earth some jewel rare.
      - If We Only Understood,
        attributed to him in "Masonic Standard", May 16, 1908

But till we are built like angels, with hammer and chisel and pen,
  We will work for ourself and a woman, for ever and ever, Amen.
      - Imperial Rescript [Work]

There are nine and sixty ways of constructing tribal lays,
      - In the Neolithic Age [Poetry]

For agony and spoil
  Of nations beat to dust,
    For poisoned air and tortured soil
      And cold, commanded lust,
        And every secret woe
          The shuddering waters saw--
            Willed and fulfilled by high and low--
              Let them relearn the Law.
      - Justice [War]

He sat, in defiance of municipal orders, astride the gun Zam-Zammah on her brick platform opposite the old Ajaib-Gher--the Wonder House, as the natives call the Lahore Museum. Who hold Zam-Zammah, that "fire-breathing dragon," hold the Punjab, for the great green-bronze piece is always first of the conqueror's loot.
      - Kim [Books (First Lines)]

And only the Master shall praise us, and only the Master shall blame;
  And no one shall work for money, and no one shall work for fame;
    But each for the joy of the working, and each, in his separate star,
      Shall draw the Thing as he sees It, for the God of Things as They Are!
      - L'Envoi, in "Seven Seas" [Work]

Her plates are scarred by the sun, dear lass,
  And her ropes are taut with the dew,
    For we're booming down on the old trail, our own trail, the out trail,
      We're sagging south on the Long Trail, the trail that is always new.
      - L'Envoi--There's a Whisper down the Field

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