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
begin guns
It's Tommy this, and Tommy that, and 'chuck 'im out, the brute,' But it's 'Savior of his Country,' When the guns begin to shoot!
alike places walked
The Cat. He walked by himself, and all places were alike to him.
head mouth tongue
I've a head like a concertina, I've a tongue like a button-stick, / I've a mouth like an old potato, and I'm more than a little sick.
call christmas custom feast follow forced merry mocking neighbors past richer sadness
Call a truce, then to our labors - let us feast with friends and neighbors And be merry as the custom of our caste; For if "faint and forced the laughter," and if sadness follow after, We are richer by one mocking Christmas past
beneath butterfly contentment exactly knows preaches road toad
The toad beneath the harrow knows / Exactly where each tooth-point goes; / The butterfly upon the road / Preaches contentment to that toad.
ancient member profession
A member of the most ancient profession in the world.
crown gold hairy widow
Ave you 'eard o' the Widow at Windsor / With a hairy gold crown on 'er 'ead?
rio roll
And I'd like to roll to Rio / Some day before I'm old!
honour mine
And Ye take mine honour from me if Ye take away the sea!
pull trail
Pull out, pull out on the Long Trail - the trail that is always new!
bridge clear drive land law obedience road swift
Keep ye the Law - be swift in all obedience -/ Clear the land of evil, drive the road and bridge the ford.
altered building since trade
How very little, since things were made, / Things have altered in the building trade.
breeds gentiles lesser
Such boastings as the Gentiles use, / Or lesser breeds without the Law.
fun head mouth thundering tongue
I've a head like a concertina, I've a tongue like a buttonstick, I've a mouth like an old potato, and I'm more than a little sick, But I've had my fun o' the Corp'ral's Guard; I've made the cinders fly, And I'm here in the Clink for a thundering drin