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The Long Trail – Rudyard Kipling 

There’s a whisper down the field where the year has shot her yield, And the ricks stand grey to the sun, Singing: “Over then, come over, for the bee has quit the dover, “And your English summer’s done.” You have … Continue reading

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The Liner She’s a Lady – Rudyard Kipling

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 … Continue reading

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The Lesson – Rudyard Kipling

1899-1902 — Boer War Let us admit it fairly, as a business people should, We have had no end of a lesson: it will do us no end of good. Not on a single issue, or in one direction or … Continue reading

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The Old Issue – Rudyard Kipling

October 9, 1899 — Outbreak of Boer War Here is nothing new nor aught unproven,” say the Trumpets, “Many feet have worn it and the road is old indeed. “It is the King–the King we schooled aforetime! ” (Trumpets in … Continue reading

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The Nursing Sister – Rudyard Kipling

Maternity Hospital Our sister sayeth such and such, And we must bow to her behests. Our sister toileth overmuch, Our little maid that hath no breasts. A field untilled, a web unwove, A flower withheld from sun or bee, An … Continue reading

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The New Knighthood – Rudyard Kipling

Who gives him the Bath? “I,” said the wet, Rank-Jungle-sweat, “I’ll give him the Bath!”  Who’ll sing the psalms? “We,” said the Palms. “Ere the hot wind becalms, “We’ll sing the psalms.” Who lays on the sword ? “I,” said … Continue reading

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The Naulakha – Rudyard Kipling

There was a strife ‘twixt man and maid–  Oh, that was at the birth of time!  But what befell ‘twixt man and maid,  Oh, that’s beyond the grip of rhyme.  ‘Twas “Sweet, I must not bide with you,”  And, “Love, … Continue reading

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