The Complete Poetical Works of Rudyard Kipling (570+ Poems in One Edition). Редьярд Джозеф Киплинг

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СКАЧАТЬ style="font-size:15px;">       Pleading of the waltz that thrills,

       Dies and echoes round Benmore.

      "Mabel," "Officers," "Goodbye,"

       Glamour, wine, and witchery—

       On my soul's sincerity,

       "Love like ours can never die!"

      Maidens of your charity,

       Pity my most luckless state.

       Four times Cupid's debtor I—

       Bankrupt in quadruplicate.

      Yet, despite this evil case,

       And a maiden showed me grace,

       Four-and-forty times would I

       Sing the Lovers' Litany:

       "Love like ours can never die!"

A Ballad of Burial

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      ("Saint @Proxed's ever was the Church for peace")

      If down here I chance to die,

       Solemnly I beg you take

       All that is left of "I"

       To the Hills for old sake's sake,

       Pack me very thoroughly

       In the ice that used to slake

       Pegs I drank when I was dry—

       This observe for old sake's sake.

      To the railway station hie,

       There a single ticket take

       For Umballa—goods-train—I

       Shall not mind delay or shake.

      I shall rest contentedly

       Spite of clamor coolies make;

       Thus in state and dignity

       Send me up for old sake's sake.

      Next the sleepy Babu wake,

       Book a Kalka van "for four."

       Few, I think, will care to make

       Journeys with me any more

       As they used to do of yore.

      I shall need a "special" break—

       Thing I never took before—

       Get me one for old sake's sake.

      After that—arrangements make.

      No hotel will take me in,

       And a bullock's back would break

       'Neath the teak and leaden skin

       Tonga ropes are frail and thin,

       Or, did I a back-seat take,

       In a tonga I might spin,—

       Do your best for old sake's sake.

      After that—your work is done.

      Recollect a Padre must

       Mourn the dear departed one—

       Throw the ashes and the dust.

      Don't go down at once. I trust

       You will find excuse to "snake

       Three days' casual on the bust."

       Get your fun for old sake's sake.

      I could never stand the Plains.

       Think of blazing June and May

       Think of those September rains

       Yearly till the Judgment Day!

       I should never rest in peace,

       I should sweat and lie awake.

      Rail me then, on my decease,

       To the Hills for old sake's sake.

Divided Destinies

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      It was an artless Bandar, and he danced upon a pine,

       And much I wondered how he lived, and where the beast might dine,

       And many, many other things, till, o'er my morning smoke,

       I slept the sleep of idleness and dreamt that Bandar spoke.

      He said: "O man of many clothes! Sad crawler on the Hills!

       Observe, I know not Ranken's shop, nor Ranken's monthly bills;

       I take no heed to trousers or the coats that you call dress;

       Nor am I plagued with little cards for little drinks at Mess.

      "I steal the bunnia's grain at morn, at noon and eventide,

       (For he is fat and I am spare), I roam the mountain side,

       I follow no man's carriage, and no, never in my life

       Have I flirted at Peliti's with another Bandar's wife.

      "O man of futile fopperies—unnecessary wraps;

       I own no ponies in the hills, I drive no tall-wheeled traps;

       I buy me not twelve-button gloves, 'short-sixes' eke, or rings,

       Nor do I waste at Hamilton's my wealth on 'pretty things.'

      "I quarrel with my wife at home, we never fight abroad;

       But Mrs. B. has grasped the fact I am her only lord.

      I never heard of fever—dumps nor debts depress my soul;

       And I pity and despise you!" Here he poached my breakfast-roll.

      His hide was very mangy, and his face was very red,

       And ever and anon he scratched with energy his head.

       His manners were not always nice, but how my spirit cried

       To be an artless Bandar loose upon the mountain СКАЧАТЬ