Now Rann the Kite brings home the night That Mang the Bat sets free— The herds are shut in byre and hut For loosed till dawn are we. This is the hour of pride and power, Talon and tush and claw. Oh, h...
NOW this is the Law of the Jungle — as old and as true as the sky;And the Wolf that shall keep it may prosper, but the Wolf that shall break it must die.As the creeper that girdles the tree-trunk the...
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinewTo serve your turn long after they are gone,
If you can fill the unforgiving minute With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run, Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it, And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spokenTwisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,And stoop and build'em up with worn-out tools...
I have my own matches and sulphur, and I'll make my own hell.
He wrapped himself in quotations - as a beggar would enfold himself in the purple of Emperors.
God He knows we need men more and more in the Game.
For a wolf, no, said Tabaqui, but for so mean a person as myself a dry bone is a good feast. Who are we, the Gidur-log [the jackal people], to pick and choose? He scuttled to the back of the cave, whe...
As it will be in the future, it was at the birth of Man-There are only four things certain since Social Progress began:-That the Dog returns to his Vomit and the Sow returns to her Mire,And the burnt...
And if you expect you'll gain anything from us by your way of approachin' us, you're jolly well mistaken. That's all. Good-night.'They clattered upstairs, injured virtue on every inch of their backs.'...
A Time For PrayerIn times of war and not before,God and the soldier we adore.But in times of peace and all things righted,
And when the moon gets up and night comes, he is the Cat that walks by himself, and all places are alike to him. Then he goes out to the Wet Wild Woods or up the Wet Wild Trees or on the Wet Wild Roof...
A fool there was and he made his prayer (Even as you and I!) To a rag and a bone and a hank of hair (We called her the woman who did not care) But the fool he called her his lady fair - (Even as you...
Take up the white man's burden - Send forth the best ye breed - Go bind your sons to exile To serve your captives' need.
Winds of the World, give answer! They are whimpering to and fro—
What of the hunting, hunter bold?Brother, the watch was long and cold.What of the quarry ye went to kill?Brother, he crops in the jungle still.Where is the power that made your pride?Brother, it ebbs...
What avail is honour or a sword against a pen?
To each his own fear';
They believed us and perished for it. Our statecraft, our learningDelivered them bound to the Pit and alive to the burningWhither they mirthfully hastened as jostling for honour -Not since her birth h...