If Poem by Rudyard Kipling - Poem Hunter If Poem by Rudyard Kipling - Poem Hunter If - Poem by Rudyard Kipling Autoplay next video 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: If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies, Or being hated don't give way to hating, And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise; If you can dream- -and not make dreams your master; If you can think- -and not make thoughts your aim, If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster And treat those two impostors just the same:.

If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken, And stoop and build'em up with worn-out tools; If you can make one heap of all your winnings And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss, And lose, and start again at your beginnings, And never breathe a word about your loss: If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew To serve your turn long after they are gone, And so hold on when there is nothing in you Except the Will which says to them: 'Hold on! ' If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, Or walk with Kings- -nor lose the common touch, If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you, If all men count with you, but none too much: If you can fill the unforgiving minute With sixty seconds' worth of distance run, Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it, And- -which is more- -you'll be a Man, my son!

Poems - If-- 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; If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, Or being lied about, don't deal in lies, Or being hated, don't give way to hating, And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise: If you can dream - and not make dreams your master; If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim; If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster And treat those two impostors just the same; If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken, And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools: If you can make one heap of all your winnings And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss, And lose, and start again at your beginnings And never breathe a word about your loss; If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew To serve your turn long after they are gone, And so hold on when there is nothing in you Except the Will which

 says to them: 'Hold on!' If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, ' Or walk with Kings - nor lose the common touch, if neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you, If all men count with you, but none too much; If you can fill the unforgiving minute With sixty seconds' worth of distance run, Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it, And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son!

Poetry Dedication Project Slideshare uses cookies to improve functionality and performance, and to provide you with relevant advertising. If you continue browsing the site, you agree to the use of cookies on this website. See our User Agreement and Privacy Policy . Slideshare uses cookies to improve functionality and performance, and to provide you with relevant advertising. If you continue browsing the site, you agree to the use of cookies on this website. See our Privacy Policy and User Agreement for details. 'If'by Rudyard Kipling, famous inspirational poems and quotes if - rudyard kipling Rudyard Kipling's inspirational poem - 'If' Rudyard Kipling's (1865-1936) inspirational poem 'If' first appeared in his collection 'Rewards and Fairies' in 1909. The poem 'If' is inspirational, motivational, and a set of rules for 'grown-up' living. Kipling's 'If' contains mottos and maxims for life, and the poem is also a blueprint for personal integrity, behaviour and self-development. 'If' is perhaps even more relevant today than when Kipling wrote it, as an ethos and a personal philosophy.

Lines from Kipling's 'If' appear over the player's entrance to Wimbledon's Centre Court - a poignant reflection of the poem's timeless and inspiring quality. The beauty and elegance of 'If' contrasts starkly with Rudyard Kipling's largely tragic and unhappy life. He was starved of love and attention and sent away by his parents; beaten and abused by his foster mother; and a failure at a public school which sought to develop qualities that were completely alien to Kipling. In later life the deaths of two of his children also affected Kipling deeply. Rudyard Kipling achieved fame quickly, based initially on his first stories and poems written in India (he returned there after College), and his great popularity with the British public continued despite subsequent critical reaction to some of his more conservative work, and critical opinion in later years that his poetry was superficial and lacking in depth of meaning. Significantly, Kipling turned down many honours offered to him including a knighthood, Poet Laureate and the Order of Merit, but in 1907 he accepted the Nobel Prize for Literature.

Kipling's wide popular appeal survives through other works, notably The Jungle Book (1894) the novel, Kim (1901), and Just So Stories (1902).

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; If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, Or being lied about, don't deal in lies, Or being hated, don't give way to hating, And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise: If you can dream - and not make dreams your master, If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim; If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster And treat those two impostors just the same; If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken, And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools: If you can make one heap of all your winnings And risk it all on one turn of pitch-and-toss, And lose, and start again at your beginnings And never breathe a word about your loss; If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew To serve your turn long after they are gone, And so hold on when there is nothing in you Except the Will which says to them:

 "Hold on!" If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch, If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you, If all men count with you, but none too much; If you can fill the unforgiving minute With sixty seconds' worth of distance run, Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it, And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son!

Rudyard Kipling (1865-1936) Kipling is said to have written the poem 'If' with Dr Leander Starr Jameson in mind, who led about five-hundred of his countrymen in a failed raid against the Boers, in southern Africa. The 'Jameson Raid' was later considered a major factor in starting the Boer War (1899-1902). And on a different subject, here's a remarkable demonstration of the power of your own brain , which makes unusual use of Rudyard Kipling's inspirational poem 'If'.

see also 'If', by Rudyard Kipling 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; If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies, Or, being hated, don't give way to hating, And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise; If you can dream - and not make dreams your master; If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim; If you can meet with triumph and disaster And treat those two imposters just the same; If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, Or watch the things you gave your life to broken, And stoop and build 'em up with wornout tools; If you can make one heap of all your winnings And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss, And lose, and start again at your beginnings And never breath a word about your loss; If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew To serve your turn long after they are gone, And so hold on when there is

 nothing in you Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on"; If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch; If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you; If all men count with you, but none too much; If you can fill the unforgiving minute With sixty seconds' worth of distance run - Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it, And - which is more - you'll be a Man my son!

Troy (2004) - Quotes - IMDb Troy (2004) Quotes Showing all 110 items Achilles : I'll tell you a secret. Something they don't teach you in your temple. The Gods envy us. They envy us because we're mortal, because any moment might be our last. Everything is more beautiful because we're doomed. You will never be lovelier than you are now. We will never be here again. Share this: Facebook | Twitter | Permalink Hide options [last lines] Odysseus : [voiceover] If they ever tell my story let them say that I walked with giants. Men rise and fall like the winter wheat, but these names will never die. Let them say I lived in the time of Hector, tamer of horses. Let them say I lived in the time of Achilles. Achilles : You're still my enemy in the morning. Priam : You're still my enemy tonight. But even enemies can show respect. Share this: Facebook | Twitter | Permalink Hide options Thetis : If you stay in Larissa, you will find peace. You will find a wonderful woman, and you will have sons and daughters, who will have children.

And they'll all love you and remember your name. But when your children are dead, and their children after them, your name will be forgotten... If you go to Troy, glory will be yours. They will write stories about your victories in thousands of years! And the world will remember your name. But if you go to Troy, you will never come back... for your glory walks hand-in-hand with your doom. And I shall never see you again. Achilles : Imagine a king who fights his own battles. Wouldn't that be a sight? [goes to fight Boagrius] Share this: Facebook | Twitter | Permalink Hide options [first lines] Odysseus : [voiceover] Men are haunted by the vastness of eternity. And so we ask ourselves: will our actions echo across the centuries? Will strangers hear our names long after we are gone, and wonder who we were, how bravely we fought, how fiercely we loved? [Priam kneels and kisses Achilles' hands] Achilles : Who are you? Priam : I have endured what no one on earth has endured before. I kissed the hands of the man who killed my son.

Achilles : [realizes, stands abrubtly] Priam? How did you get in here? Priam : I know my country better than the Greeks, I think. Achilles : [walks forward, lifts Priam] You are a brave man. I could have your head on a spit in the blink of an eye. Priam : Do you really think death frightens me now? I watched my eldest son die, watched you drag his body behind your chariot. Give him back to me. He deserves a proper burial, you know that. Give him to me. Achilles : He killed my cousin. Achilles : He thought it was you. How many cousins have you killed? How many sons and fathers and brothers and husbands? How many, brave Achilles? Briseis : To be a great warrior. Achilles : I chose nothing. I was born and this is what I am. Share this: Facebook | Twitter | Permalink Hide options Achilles : [to his men] Myrmidons! My brothers of the sword! I would rather fight beside you than any army of thousands! Let no man forget how menacing we are, we are lions!

Do you know what's waiting beyond that beach? Immortality! Take it! It's yours! Messenger Boy : Are the stories true? They say your mother was an immortal godess. They say you can't be killed. Achilles : I wouldn't be bothering with the shield then, would I? Messenger Boy : The Thesselonian you're fighting... he's the biggest man i've ever seen. I wouldn't want to fight him. Achilles : Thats why no-one will remember your name. [Briseis doesn't do anything, but only stares at him. Achilles opens his eyes] Achilles : Do it. Nothing is easier. Briseis : Aren't you afraid? Achilles : Everyone dies, whether today or fifty years from now. Briseis : If I don't, you'll kill more men. Share this: Facebook | Twitter | Permalink Hide options Paris : Do you love me, brother? Will you protect me from any enemy? Hector : Last time you spoke to me like this, you were 10 years old and you'd just stolen Father's horse. What have you done now? Share this: Facebook | Twitter | Permalink Hide options Achilles : Go home, prince.

Drink some wine, make love to your wife. Tomorrow, we'll have our war. Hector : You speak of war as if it's a game. But how many wives wait at Troy's gates for husbands they'll never see again? Achilles : Perhaps your brother can comfort them. I hear he's good at charming other men's wives. Share this: Facebook | Twitter | Permalink Hide options Achilles : Play your tricks on me. But not on my cousin. Odysseus : You have your swords. I have my tricks. We play with the toys the gods give us. Achilles : Of all the kings of Greece, I respect you most. But in this war you're a servant. And I refuse to be a servant any longer. Odysseus : Sometimes you need to serve in order to lead. I hope you understand that one day. Hector : I've seen this moment in my dreams. I'll make a pact with you. With the gods as our witnesses, let us pledge that the winner will allow the loser all the proper funeral rituals. Achilles : There are no pacts between lions and men.

[stabs spear into ground, and takes off helmet, throwing it to the side] Achilles : Now you know who you're fighting. Hector : [takes off helmet and throws it aside] I thought it was you I was fighting yesterday. And I wish it had been, but I gave the dead boy the honor he deserved. Achilles : You gave him the honor of your sword. You won't have eyes tonight; you won't have ears or a tongue. You will wander the underworld blind, deaf, and dumb, and all the dead will know: This is Hector. The fool who thought he killed Achilles. Achilles : Did you not hear me? Briseis : You killed Apollo's priests! Achilles : I've killed men in five countries, never a priest. Briseis : Well, then your men did. The sun god will have his vengeance. Achilles : What's he waiting for? Briseis : The right time to strike. Achilles : His priests are dead, and his acolyte's a captive. i think your god is afraid of me. Briseis : Afraid? Apollo is master of the sun, he fears nothing. Achilles : Where is he?

Briseis : You're nothing but a killer! You wouldn't know anything about the gods! Achilles : I know more about the gods than your priests. I've seen them. You're royalty, aren't you? Spent years talking down to men. [sniffs her hair] Achilles : Are you afraid, Briseis? Briseis : Should I be? Eudorus : [poking head through door flaps] My lord, Agamemnon requests your presence. The kings are gathering to celebrate the victory. Achilles : You fought well today. Eudorus : My lord. Briseis : What do you want here in Troy? You didn't come for the Spartan queen. Achilles : I want what all men want, I just want it more. You don't need to fear me, girl. You're the only Trojan who can say that. Briseis : Would you leave this all behind? Achilles : Would you leave Troy? Achilles : [to Briseis] You are free. If I hurt you, it's not what I wanted. [pause] Agamemnon : I see you're not hiding behind your high walls. Valiant of you.

Ill-advised, but valiant. Hector : You come here uninvited. Go back to your ships and go home. Agamemnon : We've come too far, Prince Hector. Menelaus : Prince? What prince? What son of a king would accept a man's hospitality, eat his food, drink his wine, embrace him in friendship, and then steal his wife in the middle of the night? Paris : The sun was shining when your wife left you. Menelaus : She's up there, watching, isn't she? Good. I want her to watch you die. Agamemnon : Not yet, brother. Look around you, Hector. I brought all the warriors of Greece to your shores. Nestor : You can still save Troy, young prince. Agamemnon : I have two wishes. If you grant them, no more of your people need die. First, you must give Helen back to my brother. Second, Troy must submit to my command, to fight for me whenever I call. Hector : You want me to look upon your army and tremble? Well I see them. I see 50,000 men brought here to fight for one man's greed.

Agamemnon : Careful boy, my mercy has limits. Hector : And I've seen the limits of your mercy and I tell you now, no son of Troy will ever submit to a foreign ruler. Agamemnon : Then every son of Troy shall die. Patroclus : Prince Hector, is he as good a warrior as they say? Odysseus : The best of all the Trojans. Some would say... [sidelong glance at Achilles] Odysseus : ...he's better than all the Greeks. [Achilles snorts] Odysseus : Even if your cousin doesn't come, I hope you'll join us, Patroclus. We could use a strong arm like yours. Achilles : Play your tricks on me. But not on my cousin. Share this: Facebook | Twitter | Permalink Hide options [from director's cut] Priam : When you were very young, you came down with scarlet fever. Your little hand was so hot. The healer said you would not last the night. I went down to Apollo's temple, and I prayed until the sun came up. That walk back to the palace was the longest of my life.

When I went into your mother's room, and you were sleeping in her arms, your fever had broken. I promised that day to dedicate my life to the gods, I will not break my promise. For 30 years I have worked for peace, *thirty* years. Paris is a fool sometimes, I know that, but I will fight a thousand wars before letting him die. Hector : Forgive me father, but you won't be the one fighting. Achilles : Patroclus, put down your spear... Patroclus : But I'm fighting the Trojans, cousin. Achilles : Not today. Patroclus : But I'm ready. You taught me how to fight. Achilles : You're a good student, but you're not a Myrmidon yet. Look at these men, they are the fiercest soldiers in all of Greece, each of them has bled for me. You will guard the ship... Patroclus : But this is a war! Achilles : Cousin, I can't fight the Trojans if I'm concerned for you, guard the ship! Glaucus : [the Appolonians are making their last stand] Soldiers of Troy!

You men are warriors! To lead you has been my honor! [to Paris] Glaucus : My prince! The boatman waits for us! I say, we make him wait a little longer! [Trojans attack as the Greeks break down the last barricade] Achilles : Things are less simple today. Odysseus : Women have a way of complicating things. Achilles : Myrmidans! Brothers of the sword, I rather fight beside you than any army of thousands! Myrmidans: Ahhooooo! Achilles : Let no man forget how menacing we are! We are Lions! Myrmidans: Ahhhooooo! Achilles : Do you know whats there, waiting beyond that beach? Immortality, take it, it's yours! Myrmidans: Ahhhooo ahooooo ahooooo! Paris : Pearls from the sea of Propontus. Helen : They're beautiful, but I could never wear them, Menelaus would kill us both. Paris : Don't be afraid of him. Helen : I'm not afraid of dying, I'm afraid of tomorrow. I'm afraid of watching you sail away and knowing you'll never come back.

Before you came to Sparta, I was a ghost. I walked and I ate and I swam in the sea... I was just a ghost. Paris : You don't have to fear tomorrow... come with me! Helen : Don't play with me, don't play. Paris : If you come, we'll never be safe. Men will hunt us, the gods will curse us, but I'll love you. Until the day they burn my body, I'll love you. Helen : You should not have come here tonight. Paris : That's what you said last night? Helen : Last night was a mistake. Paris : And the night before? Helen : I have made many mistakes this week. Agamemnon : Achilles is one man! Odysseus : Hector is one man! Look what he did to us today! Agamemnon : Hector fights for his country! Achilles fights only for himself! Odysseus : I don't care about the man's alliegence, I care about his ability to win battles! Share this: Facebook | Twitter | Permalink Hide options Achilles : Apparently you won some great victory. Agamemnon : Ah, Perhaps you didn't notice.

The Trojan beach belonged to Priam in the morning. It belongs to Agamemnon in the afternoon. Achilles : You can have the beach. I didn't come here for sand. Agamemnon : No. You came here because you want your name to last through the ages. A great victory was won today, but that victory is not yours. Kings did not kneel to Achilles. Kings did not pay homage to Achilles. Achilles : Perhaps the kings were too far behind to see, the soldiers won the battle. Agamemnon : History remembers kings! Not soldiers! Tomorrow we'll batter down the gates of Troy! I'll build monuments to victory on every island of Greece. I'll carve "Agamemnon" in the stone. Achilles : Be careful, king of kings. First you need the victory. Agamemnon : Your men sacked the temple of Apollo, yes? Achilles : You want gold? Take it. It's my gift to honour your courage. Take what you wish. Agamemnon : I already have. Aphareus! Haemon!

[Aphareus and Haemon appear dragging Briseis] Agamemnon : The spoils of war. Achilles : No argument with you, brothers. But if you don't release her, you'll never see home again. Decide! Agamemnon : Guards! [Achilles draws his sword] Briseis : [breaking free from guards] Stop! Too many men have died today. If killing is your only talent, that's your curse. I don't want anyone dying for me. [Achilles groans, then sheathes his sword] Agamemnon : Mighty Achilles, silenced by a slave girl. Tonight I'll have her give me a bath, and then, who knows? Achilles : You sack of wine! Before my time is done, I will look down on your corpse and smile. Share this: Facebook | Twitter | Permalink Hide options [first lines] Title Card: 3200 years ago. After decades of warfare Agamemnon, King of Mycanae, has forced the kingdoms of Greece into a loose alliance. Only Thessaly remains unconquered.

Agamemnon's brother Menelaus, King of Sparta, is weary of battle. He seeks to make peace with Troy, the most powerful rival to the emerging Greek nation. Achilles, considered the greatest warrior ever born, fights for the Greek army. But his disdain for Agamemnon's rule threatens to break the fragile alliance apart. Priam : Men are haunted by the vastness of eternity. And so we ask ourselves, will our actions echo across the centuries? Will strangers hear our names long after we're gone, and wonder who we were, how bravely we fought, how fiercely we loved? Rudyard Kipling - Wikiquote Rudyard Kipling Jump to: navigation , search Words are, of course, the most powerful drug used by mankind. Joseph Rudyard Kipling ( 30 December 1865 – 18 January 1936 ) was an English journalist , short-story writer, poet and novelist, born in India. In 1907, he was awarded the Nobel Prize for Literature , making him the first English language writer to receive the prize, and he remains today its youngest-ever recipient. Contents I've just read that I'm dead.

Don't forget to delete me from your list of subscribers. Letter to a magazine that had mistakenly published the announcement of his death. I have eaten your bread and salt. I have drunk your water and wine. The deaths ye died I have watched beside And the lives ye led were mine. I have written the tale of our life For a sheltered people's mirth, In jesting guise—but ye are wise, And ye know what the jest is worth. Prelude Stanza 3. A fool there was and he made his prayer (Even as you and I!) To a rag and a bone and a hank 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!) Call a truce, then, to our labours let us feast with friends and neighbours, And be merry as the custom of our caste; For if “faint and forced the laughter,” and if sadness follow after, We are richer by one mocking Christmas past. The toad beneath the harrow knows Exactly where each tooth point goes; The butterfly upon the road Preaches contentment to that toad.

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! Stanza 1. The tumult and the shouting dies; The Captains and the Kings depart; Still stands Thine ancient sacrifice, An humble and a contrite heart. Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet, Lest we forget—lest we forget! Stanza 2. If, drunk with sight of power, we loose Wild tongues that have not Thee in awe, Such boastings as the Gentiles use, Or lesser breeds without the Law — Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet, Lest we forget—lest we forget! Stanza 4. * 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! Stanza 5. On the Strength of a Likeness .

He did his best to interest the girl in himself—that is to say, his work—and she, after the manner of women, did her best to appear interested in, what behind his back, she called "Mr. Wressley's Wajahs"; for she lisped very prettily. She did not understand one little thing about them, but she acted as if she did. Men have married on that sort of error before now. She read a little of it. I give her review verbatim:—"Oh, your book? It's all about those how-wid Wajahs. I didn't understand it." Wressley of the Foreign Office. Life's Handicap (1891)[ edit ] East of Suez, some hold, the direct control of Providence ceases; Man being there handed over to the power of the Gods and Devils of Asia, and the Church of England Providence only exercising an occasional and modified supervision in the case of Englishmen. All gods have good points, just as have all priests. Personally, I attach much importance to Hanuman , and am kind to his people—the great gray apes of the hills. One never knows when one may want a friend. The Mark of the Beast.

'Take your friend away. He has done with Hanuman, but Hanuman has not done with him.' The Mark of the Beast. And oft-times cometh our wise Lord God, master of every trade, And tells them tales of His daily toil, of Edens newly made; And they rise to their feet as He passes by, gentlemen unafraid. Dedication, Stanza 5. I've taken my fun where I've found it; I've rogued an' I've ranged in my time. An' I learned about women from 'er. The Ladies, ending line to Stanzas III, IV, and V. I've taken my fun where I've found it, An' now I must pay for my fun, For the more you 'ave known o' the others The less will you settle to one. The Ladies, Stanza VII. For the colonel's lady an' Judy O'Grady, Are sisters under their skins. The Ladies, Stanza VIII. “What are the bugles blowin' for?” said Files-on-Parade. “To turn you out, to turn you out”, the Colour-Sergeant said.

They've taken of his buttons off an' cut his stripes away, An' they're hangin' Danny Deever in the mornin'. Danny Deever, Stanza 1. But he couldn't lie if you paid him and he'd starve before he stole. The Mary Gloster. We aren't no thin red 'eroes, nor we aren't no blackguards too, But single men in barricks, most remarkable like you; An' if sometimes our conduck isn't all your fancy paints, Why, single men in barricks don't grow into plaster saints. For it's Tommy this, an' Tommy that, an' “Chuck him out, the brute!” But it's “Saviour of 'is country” when the guns begin to shoot. Tommy, Stanza 5. 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. 'E's all 'ot sand an' ginger when alive An' 'e's generally shammin' when 'e's dead. Fuzzy-Wuzzy.

For you all love the screw-guns the screw-guns they all love you! So when we take tea with a few guns, o' course you will know what to do—hoo! hoo! Jest send in your Chief an' surrender it's worse if you fights or you runs: You may hide in the caves, they'll be only your graves, but you can't get away from the guns! You may talk o' gin and beer When you're quartered safe out 'ere, An' you're sent to penny-fights an' Aldershot it; But when it comes to slaughter You will do your work on water, An' you'll lick the bloomin' boots of 'im that's got it. So I'll meet 'im later on At the place where 'e is gone— Where it's always double drill and no canteen. 'E'll be squattin' on the coals Givin' drink to poor damned souls, An' I'll get a swig in hell from Gunga Din! Yes, Din! Din! Din!

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, Stanza 5. '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. When first under fire an' you're wishful to duck, Don't look nor take 'eed at the man that is struck, Be thankful you're livin', and trust to your luck And march to your front like a soldier. Front, front, front like a soldier... If your officer's dead and the sergeants look white, Remember it's ruin to run from a fight: So take open order, lie down, and sit tight, And wait for supports like a soldier. Wait, wait, wait like a soldier... Young British Soldier, Stanza 12. When you're wounded and left on Afghanistan's plains, And the women come out to cut up what remains, Jest roll to your rifle and blow out your brains An' go to your Gawd like a soldier.

Go, go, go like a soldier, Go, go, go like a soldier, Go, go, go like a soldier, So-oldier of the Queen! Young British Soldier, Stanza 13. Oh the road to Mandalay Where the flyin'-fishes play An' the dawn comes up like thunder outer China 'crost the Bay! 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, Stanza 1. Ship me somewheres east of Suez, where the best is like the worst, Where there aren't no Ten Commandments, an' a man can raise a thirst. Mandalay, Stanza 6. To the legion of the lost ones, to the cohort of the damned, To my brethren in their sorrow overseas, Sings a gentleman of England cleanly bred, machinely crammed, And a trooper of the Empress, if you please.

We're poor little lambs who've lost our way, Baa! Baa! Baa! We're little black sheep who've gone astray, Baa—aa—aa! Gentlemen-rankers out on the spree, Damned from here to Eternity, God ha' mercy on such as we, Baa! Yah! Bah! We have done with Hope and Honour, we are lost to Love and Truth, We are dropping down the ladder rung by rung, And the measure of our torment is the measure of our youth. God help us, for we knew the worst too young! Gentlemen-Rankers, Stanza 4. 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! The Second Jungle Book (1895)[ edit ] Now this is the Law of the Jungle—as old and as true as the sky; And the Wolf that shall keep it may prosper, but the Wolf that shall break it must die.

As the creeper that girdles the tree trunk, the Law runneth forward and back; For the strength of the Pack is the Wolf, and the strength of the Wolf is the Pack. The Law of the Jungle , Stanzas 1 and 2. When Pack meets with Pack in the Jungle, and neither will go from the trail, Lie down till the leaders have spoken—it may be fair words shall prevail. The Law of the Jungle, Stanza 6. Now these are the Laws of the jungle, and many and mighty are they; But the head and the hoof of the Law and the haunch and the hump is—Obey! The Law of the Jungle, Stanza 19. 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; If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, Or being lied about, don't deal in lies, Or being hated, don't give way to hating, And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise. Stanza 1.

If you can dream—and not make dreams your master; If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim; If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster And treat those two imposters just the same Stanza 2. If you can make one heap of all your winnings And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss, And lose, and start again at your beginnings And never breath a word about your loss. Stanza 3. If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch, If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you, If all men count with you, but none too much; If you can fill the unforgiving minute With sixty seconds' worth of distance run, Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it, And—which is more—you'll be a Man, my son! Stanza 4. We have fed our sea for a thousand years And she calls us, still unfed... We have fed our sea for a thousand years And she calls us, still unfed, Though there's never a wave of all her waves But marks our English dead. The Song of the Dead , II, Stanza 1 (1896).

They change their skies above them, But not their hearts that roam! The Native-Born , Stanza 2 (1895). 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! There's a Legion that never was 'listed, That carries no colours or crest, But, split in a thousand detachments, Is breaking the road for the rest. The Lost Legion , Stanza 1 (1895). There are nine and sixty ways of constructing tribal lays, And every single one of them is right! But my Totem saw the shame; from his ridgepole shrine he came, And he told me in a vision of the night:— There are nine and sixty ways of constructing tribal lays, And every single one of them is right!

For ‘im that doth not work must surely die; But that's no reason man should labour all ‘Is life on one same shift—life's none so long. It's like a book, I think, this bloomin' world, Which you can read and care for just so long, But presently you feel that you will die Unless you get the page you're readin' done, An' turn another—likely not so good; But what you're after is to turn 'em all. Sestina of the Tramp-Royal, Stanza 6. Back to the Army again, sergeant, Back to the Army again: Out o' the cold an' the rain, sergeant, Out o' the cold an' the rain.

When the cabin port-holes are dark and green Because of the seas outside; When the ship goes wop (with a wiggle between) And the steward falls into the soup-tureen, And the trunks begin to slide; When Nursey lies on the floor in a heap, And Mummy tells you to let her sleep, And you aren't waked or washed or dressed, Why, then you will know (if you haven't guessed) You're ‘Fifty North and Forty West!' I keep six honest serving-men: (They taught me all I knew) Their names are What and Where and When And How and Why and Who. If any question why we died, Tell them, because our fathers lied. Common Form Body and spirit I surrendered whole To harsh instructors—and received a soul... If mortal man could change me through and through From all I was—What may the God not do? The Wonder This man in his own country prayed we know not to what powers. We pray them to reward him for his bravery in ours. Hindu Sepoy in France From little towns in a far land we came, To save our honour and a world aflame.

By little towns in a far land we sleep, And trust the world we won for you to keep. Canadian Memorial (2). I could not dig: I dared not rob: Therefore I lied to please the mob. Now all my lies are proved untrue And I must face the men I slew. What tale shall serve me here among Mine angry and defrauded young? A Dead Statesman But that's another story. Soldiers Three, The Story of the Gadsbys, In Black and White (1888). Being kissed by a man who didn't wax his moustache was like eating an egg without salt. The Story of the Gadsbys (1888), "Poor Dear Mamma". In the flush of the hot June prime, O'ersleek flood-tides afire, I hear him hurry the chime To the bidding of checked Desire; Till the sweated ringers tire And the wild bob-majors die. Could I wait for my turn in the godly choir? (Shoal! 'Ware shoal!) Not I!

Men and women may sometimes, after great effort, achieve a creditable lie; but the house, which is their temple, cannot say anything save the truth of those who have lived in it. "They," published in Traffics and Discoveries (1904) Enough work to do, and strength enough to do the work. A Doctor's Work, an address at Middlesex Hospital (October 1908). Brothers and Sisters, I bid you beware Of giving your heart to a dog to tear. For undemocratic reasons and for motives not of State, They arrive at their conclusions—largely inarticulate. Being void of self-expression they confide their views to none: But sometimes in a smoking-room, one learns why things were done. The Puzzler , Stanza 3 (1909). For the female of the species is more deadly than the male. For all we have and are, For all our children's fate, Stand up and take the war. The Hun is at the gate! Of body, will, and soul. No easy hope or lies Shall bring us to our goal, But iron sacrifice Of body, will, and soul.

There is but one task for all— One life for each to give. What stands if Freedom fall? Who dies if England live? For All We Have and Are, Stanza 4. As I pass through my incarnations in every age and race, I make my proper prostrations to the Gods of the Market-Place. Peering through reverent fingers I watch them flourish and fall, And the Gods of the Copybook Headings, I notice, outlast them all. Words are, of course, the most powerful drug used by mankind. Speech, quoted in The Times (February 15, 1923). Never again will I spend another winter in this accursed Bucket shop|bucketshop of a refrigerator called England. Letter to Sidney Colvin (1928). A people always ends by resembling its shadow. Said to author and critic André Maurois c. 1930, on the subject of the transformation of Germany. Quoted in Maurois, The Art of Writing, “The Writer's Craft,” sct. 2 (1960). When your Daemon is in charge, do not try to think consciously. Drift, wait, and obey.

Something of Myself for My Friends Known and Unknown, ch. 8 (1937). Four things greater than all things are,— Women and Horses and Power and War. Two things greater than all things are, The first is Love, and the second War. There be triple ways to take, of the eagle or the snake, Or the way of a man with a maid; But the fairest way to me is a ship's upon the sea In the heel of the North-East Trade. Oh, Adam was a gardener, and God who made him sees That half a proper gardener's work is done upon his knees, So when your work is finished, you can wash your hands and pray For the Glory of the Garden that it may not pass away! All the people like us are We, And every one else is They. Now I possess and am possessed of the land where I would be, And the curve of half Earth's generous breast shall soothe and ravish me! Be humble, as you crawl beneath our rods!— Our touch can alter all created things, We are everything on earth—except The Gods!

But remember, please, the Law by which we live, We are not built to comprehend a lie, We can neither love nor pity nor forgive, If you make a slip in handling us you die! We are greater than the Peoples or the Kings— Be humble, as you crawl beneath our rods!— Our touch can alter all created things, We are everything on earth—except The Gods! Though our smoke may hide the Heavens from your eyes, It will vanish and the stars will shine again, Because, for all our power and weight and size, We are nothing more than children of your brain! The Secret of the Machines, Stanza 8. There rise her timeless capitals of Empires daily born, Whose plinths are laid at midnight, and whose streets are packed at morn; And here come hired youths and maids that feign to love or sin In tones like rusty razor-blades to tunes like smitten tin. Down to Gehenna or up to the Throne, He travels the fastest who travels alone.

When the flush of a new-born sun fell first on Eden's green and gold, Our father Adam sat under the Tree and scratched with a stick in the mould; And the first rude sketch that the world had seen was joy to his mighty heart, Till the Devil whispered behind the leaves, “It's pretty, but is it Art?” We know that the tail must wag the dog, for the horse is drawn by the cart; But the Devil whoops, as he whooped of old: “It's clever, but is it Art?” The Conundrum of the Workshops, Stanza 6. Bite on the bullet, old man, and don't let them think you're afraid. American Notes— At the Golden Gate (1891). Asia is not going to be civilised after the methods of the West. There is too much Asia and she is too old. Asia is not going to be civilised after the methods of the West. There is too much Asia and she is too old. Winds of the World, give answer! They are whimpering to and fro— And what should they know of England who only England know? The English Flag , Stanza 1 (1891).

“Stand up, stand up now, Tomlinson, and answer loud and high “The good that ye did for the sake of men or ever ye came to die— “The good that ye did for the sake of men in little earth so lone!” And the naked soul of Tomlinson grew white as a rain-washed bone. Tomlinson , l. 7-10 (1891). “Go back to Earth with a lip unsealed—go back with an open eye, “And carry my word to the Sons of Men or ever ye come to die: “That the sin they do by two and two they must pay for one by one— “And the God that you took from a printed book be with you, Tomlinson!” Tomlinson, l. 58-61. If I were damned of body and soul, I know whose prayers would make me whole, Mother o' mine, O mother o' mine. When Earth's last picture is painted and the tubes are twisted and dried...

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." The Naulahka , ch. 5 (1892). When Earth's last picture is painted and the tubes are twisted and dried, When the oldest colours have faded, and the youngest critic has died, We shall rest, and, faith, we shall need it—lie down for an aeon or two, Till the Master of All Good Workmen shall put us to work anew! 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! 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! When Earth's Last Picture Is Painted, Stanza 3.

Ever the wide world over, lass, Ever the trail held true, Over the world and under the world, And back at the last to you. The Gypsy Trail , Stanza 2 (1892). When next he came to me he was drunk—royally drunk on many poets for the first time revealed to him. 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. We pulled for you when the wind was against us and the sails were low. Will you never let us go? 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! A Nation spoke to a Nation, A Queen sent word to a Throne: ‘Daughter am I in my mother's house, But mistress in my own. The gates are mine to open, As the gates are mine to close, And I set my house in order,' Said our Lady of the Snows.

Take up the White Man's burden— Send forth the best ye breed— Go bind your sons to exile To serve your captives' need. It was our fault, and our very great fault—and now we must turn it to use. We have forty million reasons for failure, but not a single excuse. The Lesson , Stanza 8 (1899-1902). “True. True talk,” said Kim solemnly. “Fools speak of a cat when a woman is brought to bed, for instance. I have heard them.” Kim , Chapter 8 (1901). And what did ye look they should compass? Warcraft learned in a breath, Knowledge unto occasion at the first far view of Death? So? And ye train your horses and the dogs ye feed and prize? How are the beasts more worthy than the souls, your sacrifice? But ye said, “Their valour shall show them”; but ye said, “The end is close.” And ye sent them comfits and pictures to help them harry your foes: And ye vaunted your fathomless power, and ye flaunted your iron pride, Ere—ye fawned on the Younger Nations for the men who could shoot and ride!

Then ye returned to your trinkets; then ye contented your souls With the flannelled fools at the wicket or the muddied oafs at the goals. Men, not children or servants, tempered and taught to the end; Cleansed of servile panic, slow to dread or despise, Humble because of knowledge, mighty by sacrifice. The Islanders, l. 55-57. God gave all men all earth to love, But since our hearts are small, Ordained for each one spot should prove Belovèd over all. Who hath desired the Sea?—the sight of salt water unbounded— The heave and the halt and the hurl and the crash of the comber wind-hounded? Something hidden. Go and find it. Go and look behind the Ranges— Something lost behind the Ranges. Lost and waiting for you. Go! The Explorer , Stanza 2 (1903). Boots—boots—boots—boots—movin' up and down again! There's no discharge in the war! Boots , Stanza 1 (1903). That's the secret. 'Tisn't beauty, so to speak, nor good talk necessarily.

It's just It. Some women'll stay in a man's memory if they once walk down a street.

Rudyard Kipling Quotes (Author of The Jungle Book) “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; If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, Or being lied about, don't deal in lies, Or being hated, don't give way to hating, And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise If you can dream - and not make dreams your master; If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim; If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster And treat those two impostors just the same; If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken, And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools If you can make one heap of all your winnings And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss, And lose, and start again at your beginnings And never breathe a word about your loss; If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew To serve your turn long after they are gone, And so hold on when there

 is nothing in you Except the will which says to them: 'Hold on!' If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, Or walk with Kings - nor lose the common touch, If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you, If all men count with you, but none too much; If you can fill the unforgiving minute With sixty seconds' worth of distance run, Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it, And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son!” The Poetry Library | Poetry queries | FAPs It was famously recited in the film Four Weddings and a Funeral .

The poem can be found in Auden's Collected Shorter Poems (Faber and Faber, 1966), and in the following anthologies: Modern British Poetry (Harcourt, Brace, 1962), 7th rev. ed. The Rattle Bag (Faber and Faber, 1982). You can find out about W.H. Auden on our links page. "The life that I have is all that I have..." The poem you are looking for is 'Code Poem for the French Resistance' by Leo Marks. It can be found in A Poem a Day (Steer Forth Press, 1996), Poetry Please! (Everyman, 1996), or The Life that I Have by Leo Marks (Souvenir Press, 1999). "What is this life if, full of care" The poem you are looking for is by W.H. Davies, and it is called 'Leisure'.

It can be found in the following anthologies: Anglo-Welsh Poetry, published by Poetry Wales Press in 1984 Book of a Thousand Poems, published by Peter Bedrick Books in 1983 Common Ground, published by Carcanet in 1989 Oxford Book of Victorian Verse, published by OUP in 1971 A Poem a Day, published by Steer Forth in 1996 "When I am an old woman I shall wear purple" This line comes from Jenny Joseph's poem 'Warning'. First Line: When I am an old woman I shall wear purple Last Line: When suddenly I am old, and start to wear purple. The poem can be found in Jenny Joseph's Selected Poems (Bloodaxe, 1992), The Faber Book of Twentieth Century Women's Poetry (Faber, 1987) and Poetry With an Edge (Bloodaxe, 1988). The Poetry Library also holds a cassette of this and other poems on a similar theme entitled When I Am an Old Woman I Shall Wear Purple (Audio Literature, 1995).

If you have sight problems, you could order this cassette through our Visually Impaired service. For more details, click here . A Song of England "There is a song of England that none shall ever sing ... The throstle has a stave of it, The sea a breaking wave of it. It mounts into the sun-rise like a falcon on the wing. It rides the windes of heaven. It steals thro' lanes in Devon." This poem is by Alfred Noyes (1880-1958), and is found in his Collected Poems (William Blackwood, 1927). Abou Ben Adhem Abou Ben Adhem (may his tribe increase!) Awoke one night from a deep dream of peace And saw within the moonlight in his room, Making it rich and like a lily in bloom, An angel writing in a book of gold: Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold, And to the presence in the room he said, "What writest thou?" The vision raised its head, And, with a look made of all sweet accord, Answered,"The names of those who love the Lord." "And is mine one?" said Abou.

"Nay, not so," Replied the angel. Abou spoke more low, But cheerly still; and said, "I pray thee, then, Write me as one that loves his fellow-men." The angel wrote, and vanished. The next night It came again with a great wakening light, And showed the names whom love of God had blessed, -- And lo! Ben Adhem's name led all the rest! by Leigh Hunt Found in The Faber Popular Reciter (Faber and Faber, 1978) A pound of tea at one and three And a pot of raspberry jam Two new laid eggs a dozen pegs And a pound of rashers of ham. I'll say it over all the way And then I'm sure not to forget For if I chance to bring things wrong My Mother gets in such a sweat. A pound of tea at one and three And a pot of raspberry jam Two new laid eggs a dozen pegs And a pound of rashers of ham.

There in the hay the children play They're having such fine fun I'll go there too that's what I?ll do As soon as my errands are done A pound of tea at one and three A pot of er new laid jam Two raspberry eggs with a dozen pegs And a pound of rashers of ham. There's Teddy White flying his kite He thinks himself grand I declare I'd like to make it fly up sky high Ever so much higher than the old church spire And then - but there A pound of three at one and tea A pot of new laid jam Two dozen eggs, some raspberry pegs And a pound of rashers of ham. Now here's the shop outside I'll stop And run my orders through again I haven't forgot - it's better not It shows I'm pretty quick that's plain. A pound of tea at one and three A dozen of raspberry ham A pot of eggs with a dozen pegs And a rasher of new laid jam. by Anonymous found in This England's Book of Parlour Poetry ed.

Roy Faiers (This England Books, 1989) I Remember, I Remember This poem is by Thomas Hood (1799-1845), and can be found in a number of anthologies, including the following: The Faber Popular Reciter (Faber and Faber, 1978) Immortal Poems of the English Language (Simon and Schuster, 1952) Favourite Poems Old and New (Doubleday, 1957) The Pleasure of Poetry (Cassell, 1990) The Top 500 Poems (Columbia University Press, 1992) I Remember, I Remember (Red Fox, 1993) The title given is sometimes 'I Remember, I Remember', other times 'Past and Present': I remember, I remember The house where I was born, The little window where the sun Came peeping in at morn. He never came a wink too soon, Nor brought too long a day; But now I often wish the night Had borne my breath away!

I remember, I remember The roses, red and white, The violets, and the lily-cups, -- Those flowers made of light! The lilacs where the robin built, And where my brother set The laburnum on his birthday, -- The tree is living yet! I remember, I remember Where I was used to swing, And thought the air must rush as fresh To swallows on the wing; My spirit flew in feathers then, That is so heavy now, And summer pools could hardly cool The fever on my brow! I remember, I remember The fir-trees dark and high; I used to think their slender tops Were close against the sky. It was a childish ignorance, But now 'tis little joy To know I'm farther off from heaven Than when I was a boy. Thomas Hood First Line: If you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you Last line: Yours is the earth and everything that's in it, And -- which is more -- you'll be a Man, my son! found in The Oxford Book of Twentieth Century Verse ed. Philip Larkin (OUP 1973) Life Unbroken This poem is by Harry Scott-Holland.

Scott-Holland was the Canon of St. Paul's and died in 1918. The poem is often read at funerals. Death is nothing at all I have only slipped into the next room. I am I, and you are you: Whatever we were to each other, we are still. Call me by my old familiar name; Speak to me in the easy way you always used Put no difference into your tone; Wear no air of solemnity or sorrow; Laugh as we always laughed At the little jokes we enjoyed together; Play, smile, think of me, pray for me. Let my name be ever The household word that it always was. Let it be spoken without effect; Without the ghost of a shadow on it. Life means all that it ever meant. It is the same as it ever was. There is absolutely unbroken continuity. What is this death but negligible accident? Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight? I am but waiting for you, For an interval, somewhere, very near Just around the corner. Lines on a Clock in Chester Cathedral When as a child, I laughed and wept, Time crept. When as a youth, I dreamt and talked, Time walked.

When I became a full-grown man, Time ran. When older still I daily grew, Time flew. Soon I shall find on travelling on- Time gone. O Christ, wilt Thou have saved me then? Amen. Poem can be found in A Puffin Book of Verse (Puffin, 1953) Naming of Parts First line: To-day we have the naming of parts. Yesterday Last line: For to-day we have the naming of parts This poem is by Henry Reed (1914-86), and describes army training.

The poem can be found in the following books: Common Ground (Carcanet, 1989) Faber Book of English History in Verse (Faber, 1988) Unauthorized Versions: Poems and Their Parodies (Faber, 1990) A Poem a Day (Steer Forth Press, 1996) Pedlar's Caravan This poem is by Walter Brighty Rands (1823-1880), and can be found in The Book of a Thousand Poems (published by Peter Bedrick Books in 1983), The Oxford Book of Children's Verse (OUP, 1973) and The Poolbeg Book of Children's Verse (Poolbeg, 1987). The Pedlar's Caravan I wish I lived in a caravan, With a horse to drive, like a pedlar-man! Where he comes from nobody knows, Nor where he goes to, but on he goes. His caravan has windows two, With a chimney of tin that the smoke comes through, He has a wife, and a baby brown, And they go riding from town to town.

Chairs to mend and delf to sell -- He clashes the basins like a bell. Tea-trays, baskets, ranged in order, Plates, with the alphabet round the border. The roads are brown, and the sea is green, But his house is just like a bathing-machine. The world is round, but he can ride, Rumble, and splash to the other side. With the pedlar-man I should like to roam, And write a book when I come home. All the people would read my book, Just like the Travels of Captain Cook. William Brighty Rands Remember me when I am gone away... Remember me when I am gone away, Gone far away into the silent land; When you can no more hold me by the hand, Nor I half turn to go yet turning stay. Remember me when no more day by day You tell me of our future that you planned: Only remember me; you understand It will be late to counsel then or pray. Yet if you should forget me for a while And afterwards remember, do not grieve: For if the darkness and corruption leave A vestige of the thoughts that once I had, Better by far you should forget and smile Than that you should remember and be sad.

by Christina Rossetti found in The Complete Poems of Christina Rossetti; (Louisiana State University Press 1979-1990) She Pops Home Cal Clothier poem, read on BBC's Poetry Please on 3rd October 2004. The Poetry Library does not have a copy of this poem. The reference given by the BBC was: She Pops Home by Cal Clothier ©Mrs Molly Temple, Pro Vice Chancelor, University of Sunderland The poem is available on a CD in the Library's collection - Poetry Please: The Anniversary Edition. Here the poem is read by the actor Gareth Armstrong.

Silver First line: Slowly, silently now the moon Last line: By silver reeds in a silver stream by Walter De La Mare found in: Book of a Thousand Poems (Peter Bedrick, 1983) Random House Book of Poetry for Children (Random House, 1983) Collected Rhymes and Verse by Walter De La Mare (Faber, 1978) Sir Smasham Uppe "The wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees, The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas, The road was a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moor, And the highwayman came riding-- Riding--riding-- The highwayman came riding, up to the old inn-door." by Alfred Noyes (1880-1958) The poem can be found in the following books: Best Loved Story Poems (Garden City, 1941) Everyman's Book of Narrative Verse (J.M.

Dent, 1990) The Family Book of Verse (Harper & Row, 1961) The full text of 'The Highwayman' can also be found on the Academy of American Poets website . The Puk-Wudjies found in The Book of a Thousand Poems(ED) MacBain, J. Murray (Peter Bedrick Books 1986) The Train to Glasgow "Here is the train to Glasgow. Here is the driver, Who drove the train to Glasgow. Here is the guard from Donibristle..." by Wilma Horsbrugh found in Once Upon a Rhyme (Hodder Children's Books, 2001) and Up to the Stars (Hodder, 2001) What is Dying? I am standing on the sea shore. A ship at my side spreads her white sails in the morning breeze and starts for the blue ocean. She is an object of beauty and I stand and watch her until at last she fades on the horizon.

Then someone at my side says There, she has gone - Gone from my sight - that is all She is just as large in the mast, hull and spars as she was when she left my side.... The diminished size and total loss of sight is in me and not in her, and just at the moment when someone by my side says "She is gone" others take up the glad shout "There she comes"

Question: """Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it, and what is more, you'll be a man my son"" is the last line of which very famous poem?"
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