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This man in his own country prayed we know not to what powers.
We pray them to reward him for his bravery in ours.
Epitaphs of the War (1914-1918) (1918)
Four things greater than all things are,—
Women and Horses and Power and War.
“True. True talk,” said Kim solemnly. “Fools speak of a cat when a woman is brought to bed, for instance. I have heard them.”
But he couldn't lie if you paid him and he'd starve before he stole.
Barrack-Room Ballads (1892)
Boots—boots—boots—boots—movin' up and down again!
There's no discharge in the war!
Though I've belted you and flayed you,
By the livin' Gawd that made you,
You're a better man than I am, Gunga Din!
Barrack-Room Ballads (1892)
Many religious people are deeply suspicious. They seem—for purely religious purposes, of course—to know more about iniquity than the unregenerate.
Plain Tales from the Hills (1888)
‘There is none like to me!' says the Cub in the pride of his earliest kill;
But the jungle is large and the Cub he is small. Let him think and be still.
The Jungle Book (1894)
There are nine and sixty ways of constructing tribal lays,
And—every—single—one—of—them—is—right.
Look at young Davies makin' an ass of himself over mutton-dressed-as-lamb old enough to be his mother!
The Day's Work (1898)
Oh the road to Mandalay
Where the flyin'-fishes play
An' the dawn comes up like thunder outer
China 'crost the Bay!
Barrack-Room Ballads (1892)
An' as their firin' dies away the 'usky whisper runs
From lips that 'aven't drunk all day: "The Guns! Thank Gawd, the Guns!"
For the colonel's lady an' Judy O'Grady,
Are sisters under their skins.
Barrack-Room Ballads (1892)
Ever the wide world over, lass,
Ever the trail held true,
Over the world and under the world,
And back at the last to you.
I am the cat who walks by himself, and all places are alike to me.
Just So Stories (1902)
The white moth to the closing vine,
The bee to the open clover,
And the Gypsy blood to the Gypsy blood
Ever the wide world over.
The Gypsy Trail (1892)
The toad beneath the harrow knows
Exactly where each tooth point goes;
The butterfly upon the road
Preaches contentment to that toad.
Departmental Ditties and other Verses (1886)
Strike hard who cares—shoot straight who can—
Departmental Ditties and other Verses (1886)
We pulled for you when the wind was against us and the sails were low.
Will you never let us go?
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