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RUDYARD KIPLING
English writer of prose and verse
(1865 - 1936)
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Sing, for faith and hope are high--
  None so true as you and I--
    Sing the Lover's Litany:
      "Love like ours can never die!"
      - Lovers Litany [Love]

By the old Moulmein Pagoda, lookin' eastward to 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 Mandalay!"
      - Mandalay [Love]

Oh the road to Mandalay
  Where the flyin'-fishes play
    An' the dawn comes up like thunder outer
      China 'crost the Bay!
      - Mandalay [Sunrise]

Lord, Thou hast made this world below the shadow of a dream,
  An', taught by time, I tak' it so--exceptin' always steam,
    From coupler-flange to spindle-guide I see thy Hand, O God--
      Predestination in the stride o' yon connectin'-rod.
      - McAndrew's Hymn [Ships]

If I were hanged on the highest hill,
  Mother o' mine, O mother o' mine!
    I know whose love would follow me still,
      Mother o' mine, O mother o' mine!
      - Mother O' Mine [Motherhood]

But that's another story.
      - Mulvaney--Soldiers Three [Story Telling]

Now it is not good for the Christian's health
  To hustle the Aryan brown,
    For the Christian riles and the Aryan smiles,
      And it weareth the Christian down.
        And the end of the fight is a tombstone white
          With the name of the late deceased--
            And the epitaph drear: "A fool lies here
              Who tried to hustle the East."
      - Naulahka (heading of ch. V) [Christianity]

For heathen heart that puts her trust
  In reeking tube and iron shard--
    All valiant dust that builds on dust,
      And guarding calls not Thee to guard--
        For frantic boast and foolish word,
          Thy mercy on Thy People, Lord!
      - Recessional [War]

God of our fathers, known of old,
  Lord of our far-flung battle-line,
    Beneath whose awful Hand we hold
      Dominion over palm and pine--
        Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet,
          Lest we forget--lest we forget!
      - Recessional Hymn [Forgetfulness]

The tumult and the shouting dies,
  The captains and the kings depart;
    Still stands thine ancient sacrifice,
      A humble and a contrite heart.
        Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet
          Lest we forget,--lest we forget.
      - Recessional Hymn [Forgetfulness]

Mulvaney, Ortheris and Learoyd are Privates in B Company of a Line Regiment, and personal friends of mine. Collectively I think, but I am not certain, they are the worst me in the regiment so far as genial black guardism goes.
      - Soldiers Three [Books (First Lines)]   BUY VARYING HARE USED BOOK  

My brother kneels, so saith Kabir,
  To stone and brass in heathen-wise
    But in my brother's voice I hear
      My own unanswered agonies.
        His God is as his fates assign
          His prayer is all the world's--and mine.
      - Song of Kabir [Prayer]

The 'eathen in 'is blindness bows down to wood an' stone;
  'E don't obey no orders unless they is 'is own;
    'E keeps 'is side-arms awful: 'e leaves 'em all about,
      An' then comes up the Regiment an' pokes the 'eathen out.
      - The 'Eathen [Soldiers]

And a woman is only a woman, but a good cigar is a smoke.
      - The Betrothed [Tobacco]

For Maggie has written a letter to give me my choice between
  The wee little whimpering Love and the great god Nick O'Teen.
    And I have been servant of Love for barely a twelvemonth clear,
      But I have been priest of Partagas a matter of seven year.
        And the gloom of my bachelor days is flecked with the cherry light
          Of stumps that I burned to friendship, and pleasure and work and fight.
      - The Betrothed [Tobacco]

We have learned to whittle the Eden Tree to the shape of a surplice peg,
  We have learned to bottle our parent twain in the yelk of an addled egg.
    We know that the tail must wag the dog, for the horse is drawn by the cart,
      But the devil never whoops, as he of old; It's clever, but is it art?
      - The Conundrum of the Workshops [Art]

What is the flag of England? Ye have but my breath to dare,
  Ye have but my waves to conquer. Go forth, for it is there.
      - The English King [Flags]

When the Hymalayan peasant meets the he-bear in his pride,
  He shouts to scare the monster, who will often turn aside.
    But the she-bear thus accosted, rends the peasant tooth and nail,
      For the female of the species is more deadly than the male.
      - The Female of the Species [Women]

His pupils were dilated, his words tumbled over each other, and he wrapped himself in quotations--as a beggar would enfold himself in the purple of emperors.
      - The Finest Story in the World [God]

The gull shall whistle in his wake, the blind wave break in fire.
  He shall fulfill God's utmost will, unknowing His desire,
    And he shall see old planets pass and alien stars arise,
      And give the gale his reckless sail in shadow of new skies.
        Strong lust of gear shall drive him out and hunger arm his hand,
          To wring his food from a desert nude, his foothold from the sand.
      - The Foreloper (Interloper),
        published in "Century Magazine", Apr., 1909, but first published in London "Daily Telegraph", Jan. 1, 1909
        [Work]

The Navy is very old and very wise.
      - The Fringes of the Fleet, a small booklet
        [Books (First Lines)]

Follow the Romany Patteran
  Sheer to the Austral light,
    Where the bosom of God is the wild west wind,
      Sweeping the sea floors white.
      - The Gypsy Trail [Traveling]

It was seven o'clock of a very warm evening in the Seeonee Hills when Father Wolf woke up from his day's rest, scratched himself, yawned, and spread out his paws one after the other to get rid of the sleepy feeling in their tips. Mother Wolf lay with her big grey nose dropped across her four tumbling, squealing cubs, and the moon shone into the mouth of the cave where they all lived.
      - The Jungle Book (ch. 1)
        [Books (First Lines)]

"What do you think she'd do if she caught us? We oughtn't to have it, you know," said Maisie.
  "Beat me, and lock you up in your bedroom," Dick answered, without hesitation. "Have you got the cartridges?"
    "Yes; they're in my pocket, but they are joggling horribly. Do pin-fire cartridges go off of their own accord?"
      "Don't know. Take the revolver, if you are afraid, and let me carry them."
        "I'm not afraid." Maisie strode forward swiftly, a hand in her pocket an her chin the air. Dick followed with a small pin-fire revolver.
      - The Light That Failed (ch. 1)
        [Books (First Lines)]

The Liner she's a lady, an' she never looks nor 'eeds--
  The Man-o'-War's 'er 'usband an' 'e gives 'er all she needs;
    But, oh, the little cargo-boats, that sail the wet seas roun',
      They're just the same as you an' me, a'-plyin' up an' down.
      - The Liner She's a Lady [Ships]


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