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Seite 225 - 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! The tumult and the shouting dies; The captains and the kings depart: Still stands Thine ancient sacrifice, An humble and a contrite heart.
Seite 225 - Far-called, our navies melt away, On dune and headland sinks the fire; Lo all our pomp of yesterday Is one with Nineveh and Tyre.
Seite 226 - 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 ! 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 ! Kipling • 397 DANNY DEEVER 'WHAT are the bugles blowin
Seite 77 - Up along the hostile mountains, where the hair-poised snow-slide shivers — Down and through the big fat marshes that the virgin ore-bed stains, Till I heard the mile-wide mutterings of unimagined rivers, And beyond the nameless timber saw illimitable plains! 'Plotted sites of future cities, traced the easy grades between 'em; Watched unharnessed rapids wasting fifty thousand head an hour; Counted leagues of water-frontage through the axe-ripe woods that screen 'em — Saw the plant to feed a people...
Seite 162 - 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.
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Seite 75 - I remember seeing faces, hearing voices, through the smoke; I remember they were fancy — for I threw a stone to try 'em. "Something lost behind the Ranges" was the only word they spoke. I remember going crazy. I remember that I knew it When I heard myself hallooing to the funny folk I saw. "Very full of dreams that desert, but my two legs took me through it .... And I used to watch 'em moving with the toes all black and raw.
Seite 73 - Stole away with pack and ponies — left 'em drinking in the town; And the faith that moveth mountains didn't seem to help my labours As I faced the sheer main-ranges, whipping up and leading down. March by march I puzzled through 'em, turning flanks and dodging shoulders, Hurried on in hope of water, headed back for lack of grass; Till I camped above the tree-line — drifted snow and naked boulders — Felt free air astir to windward — knew I'd stumbled on the Pass.
Seite 112 - 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,
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