Rudyard Kipling
Rudyard Kipling
Joseph Rudyard Kipling; 30 December 1865 – 18 January 1936) was an English journalist, short-story writer, poet, and novelist...
NationalityEnglish
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth30 December 1865
CityMumbai, India
england should knows
And what should they know of England who only England know?
boys men sorrow
Yet there be certain times in a young man’s life, when, through great sorrow or sin, all the boy in him is burnt and seared away so that he passes at one step to the more sorrowful state of manhood
wife mistress literature
Literature is a splendid mistress, but a bad wife.
heart sea fishing
Go softly by that river side Or when you would depart, You'll find its every winding tied; And knotted round your heart.
spiritual men ties
If a man brings a good mind to what he reads he may become, as it were, the spiritual descendant to some extent of great men, and this link, this spiritual hereditary tie, may help to just kick the beam in the right direction at a vital crisis; or may keep him from drifting through the long slack times when, so to speak, we are only fielding and no balls are coming our way.
chelsea fifty outer talks walks
Tho' I walks with fifty 'ousemaids outer Chelsea to the Strand, / An' they talks a lot o' lovin', but wot do they understand?
cosmos ego
You haf too much Ego in your Cosmos
beat heard pull song trail
You have heard the beat of the off-shore wind, / And the thresh of the deep-sea rain; / You have heard the song - how long? how long? / Pull out on the trail again!
lost
To the legion of the lost ones, to the cohort of the damned.
good memory nor stay style talk walked women
'Tis beauty, so to speak, nor good talk necessarily. It's just IT. Some women will stay in a man's memory if they once walked down a street.
paid
Ye thought? Ye are not paid to think.
fear jungle shadow sigh softly
Through the Jungle very softly flits a shadow and a sigh - / He is Fear, O Little Hunter, he is Fear!
nine single sixty tribal ways
There are nine and sixty ways of constructing tribal lays, / And - every - single - one - of- them - is - right!
fancy grow men nor red remarkable saints single thin
We ain'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