Verses 1889-1896. Rudyard 1865-1936 Kipling

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СКАЧАТЬ Fair is our lot—O goodly is our heritage!

      The Coastwise Lights

       Our brows are bound with spindrift and the weed is on our knees,

      The Song of the Dead

       Hear now the Song of the Dead—in the North by the torn berg-edges,

      The Deep-Sea Cables

       The wrecks dissolve above us; their dust drops down from afar—,

      The Song of the Sons

       One from the ends of the earth—gifts at an open door—,

      The Song of the Cities

       Royal and Dower-royal, I the Queen,

      England's Answer

       Truly ye come of The Blood; slower to bless than to ban,

      THE FIRST CHANTEY

       Mine was the woman to me, darkling I found her,

      THE LAST CHANTEY

       Thus said The Lord in the Vault above the Cherubim,

      THE MERCHANTMEN

       King Solomon drew merchantmen,

      M'ANDREW'S HYMN

       Lord, Thou hast made this world below the shadow of a dream,

      THE MIRACLES

       I sent a message to my dear,

      THE NATIVE-BORN

       We've drunk to the Queen—God bless her!

      THE KING

       “Farewell, Romance!” the Cave-men said,

      THE RHYME OF THE THREE SEALERS

       Away by the lands of the Japanee,

      THE DERELICT

       I was the staunchest of our fleet,

      THE ANSWER

       A Rose, in tatters, on the garden path,

      THE SONG OF THE BANJO

       You couldn't pack a Broadwood half a mile,

      THE LINER SHE'S A LADY

       The Liner she's a lady, an' she never looks nor 'eeds,

      MULHOLLAND'S CONTRACT

       The fear was on the cattle, for the gale was on the sea,

      ANCHOR SONG

       Heh! Walk her round. Heave, ah heave her short again!

       FROM “MANY INVENTIONS”.

      THE LOST LEGION

       There's a Legion that never was 'listed,

      THE SEA-WIFE

       There dwells a wife by the Northern Gate,

      HYMN BEFORE ACTION

       The earth is full of anger,

      TO THE TRUE ROMANCE

       Thy face is far from this our war,

       FROM “MANY INVENTIONS”.

      THE FLOWERS

       Buy my English posies!

      THE LAST RHYME OF TRUE THOMAS

       The king has called for priest and cup,

      IN THE NEOLITHIC AGE

       In the Neolithic Age savage warfare did I wage,

      THE STORY OF UNG

       Once, on a glittering ice-field, ages and ages ago,

      THE THREE-DECKER

       Full thirty foot she towered from waterline to rail,

      AN AMERICAN

       If the Led Striker call it a strike,

      THE “MARY GLOSTER”

       I've paid for your sickest fancies; I've humoured your crackedest whim,

      SESTINA OF THE TRAMP-ROYAL

       Speakin' in general, I 'ave tried 'em all,

      BARRACK-ROOM BALLADS

      “BACK TO THE ARMY AGAIN”

       I'm 'ere in a ticky ulster an' a broken billycock 'at,

      “BIRDS OF PREY” MARCH

       March! The mud is cakin' good about our trousies,

      “SOLDIER AN' SAILOR TOO”

       As I was spitting into the Ditch aboard o' the Crocodile,

      SAPPERS

       When the Waters were dried an' the Earth did appear,

      THAT DAY

       It got beyond all orders an' it got beyond all 'ope,

      “THE MEN THAT FOUGHT AT MINDEN”

       The men that fought at Minden, they was rookies in their time,

      CHOLERA CAMP

       We've got the cholerer in camp—it's worse than forty fights,

      THE LADIES

       I've taken my fun where I've found it,

      BILL 'AWKINS

       “'As anybody seen Bill 'Awkins?”

      THE MOTHER-LODGE

       There was Rundle, Station Master,

      “FOLLOW ME 'OME”

       There was no one like 'im, 'Orse or Foot,

      THE SERGEANT'S WEDDIN'

       'E was warned agin 'er,

      THE JACKET

       Through the Plagues of Egyp' we was chasin' Arabi,

      THE 'EATHEN

       The 'eathen in 'is blindness bows down to wood an' stone,

      THE SHUT-EYE SENTRY

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