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

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СКАЧАТЬ Last Rhyme of True Thomas

       The Story of Ung

       The Three-Decker

       An American

       The Mary Gloster

       Sestina of the Tramp-Royal

       Barrack-Room Ballads

       "Back to the Army Again."

       "Birds of Prey" March

       "Soldier An' Sailor Too."

       Sappers

       That Day

       "The Men That Fought at Minden."

       Cholera Camp

       The Ladies

       Bill 'Awkins

       The Mother-Lodge

       "Follow Me 'Ome"

       The Sergeant's Weddin'

       The Jacket

       The 'Eathen

       The Shut-Eye Sentry

       "Mary, Pity Women!"

       For to Admire

       L'Envoi

      The Cities are full of pride,

       Challenging each to each—

       This from her mountain-side,

       That from her burthened beach.

      They count their ships full tale—

       Their corn and oil and wine,

       Derrick and loom and bale,

       And rampart's gun-flecked line;

       City by city they hail:

       "Hast aught to match with mine?"

       And the men that breed from them

       They traffic up and down,

       But cling to their cities' hem

       As a child to the mother's gown.

       When they talk with the stranger bands,

       Dazed and newly alone;

       When they walk in the stranger lands,

       By roaring streets unknown;

       Blessing her where she stands

       For strength above their own.

       (On high to hold her fame

       That stands all fame beyond,

       By oath to back the same,

       Most faithful-foolish-fond;

       Making her mere-breathed name

       Their bond upon their bond.)

       So thank I God my birth

       Fell not in isles aside—

       Waste headlands of the earth,

       Or warring tribes untried—

       But that she lent me worth

       And gave me right to pride.

       Surely in toil or fray

       Under an alien sky,

       Comfort it is to say:

       "Of no mean city am I."

       (Neither by service nor fee

       Come I to mine estate—

       Mother of Cities to me,

       For I was born in her gate,

       Between the palms and the sea,

       Where the world-end steamers wait.)

       Now for this debt I owe,

       And for her far-borne cheer

       Must I make haste and go

       With tribute to her pier.

       And she shall touch and remit

       After the use of kings

       (Orderly, ancient, fit)

       My deep-sea plunderings,

       And purchase in all lands.

       And this we do for a sign

       Her power is over mine,

       And mine I hold at her hands.

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