Kipling Complete Poetry of Rudyard Kipling

Complete 570+ Poems in One Volume: Songs from Novels and Stories, The Seven Seas Collection, Ballads and Barrack-Room Ballads, An Almanac of Twelve Sports, The Five Nations, The Years Between...
1. Auflage 2015
ISBN: 978-80-268-4318-4
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E-Book, Englisch, 927 Seiten

This carefully crafted ebook: 'Complete Poetry of Rudyard Kipling' is formatted for your eReader with a functional and detailed table of contents. Joseph Rudyard Kipling (1865-1936) was an English short-story writer, poet, and novelist. Contents: Poetry Collections: Departmental Ditties Ballads and Barrack-Room Ballads The Seven Seas An Almanac of Twelve Sports The Five Nations Songs from Books The Years Between Other Poems: A Boy Scouts' Patrol Song A Child's Garden A Counting-Out Song A Departure A Legend of the Foreign Office A Legend of Truth A Pageant of Elizabeth A Preface A Rector's Memory A Song in the Desert A Song of Bananas A Song of French Roads A Song of the White Men A Translation Akbar's Bridge Alnaschar and the Oxen Arterial At His Execution Azrael's Count 'Back To the Army Again' Banquet Night 'Before a Midnight Breaks in Storm' Big Steamers Bobs Brown Bess Cain and Abel Carmen Circulare Cells Chartres Windows 'Cleared' Contradictions Covenent Dane-Geld Danny Deever Dinah in Heaven Doctors Edgehill Fight Evarra And His Gods 'Farewell and adieu...' Fastness Four-Feet Fox-Hunting 'Fuzzy-Wuzzy' Gentlmen-Rankers Gertrude's Prayer Giffen's Debt Gipsy Vans Great-Heart Half-Ballade of Waterval 'Helen all Alone' His Apologies Hymn of Breaking Strain Hymn to Physical Pain 'I Keep Six Honest...' If In Springtime In the Matter of One Compass In the Neolithic Age James I Jane's Marriage Kitchener's School Lady Geraldine's Hardship 'Late Came the God' L'Envoi to 'Life's Handicap' Lollius London Stone Macdonough's Song Memories Mine Sweepers Mowgli's Song My Father's Chair 'My New-Cut Ashler' Neighbours Norman and Saxon One Viceroy Resigns Oonts Our Lady of the Sackcloth Pan in Vermont Philadelphia Poseidon's Low 'Poison of Asps' Prelude Public Waste Rahere Rebirth Seal Lullaby Sepulchral Seven Watchmen Shillin' a Day 'Soldier an' Sailor Too' Songs of Seventy Horses Song of the Dynamo Song of the Galley-Slaves Stellenbosch 'Such as in Ships' ...

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Kipling, Rudyard

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Delilah Table of Contents We have another viceroy now,—those days are dead and done
Of Delilah Aberyswith and depraved Ulysses Gunne. Delilah Aberyswith was a lady—not too young—
With a perfect taste in dresses and a badly-bitted tongue,
With a thirst for information, and a greater thirst for praise,
And a little house in Simla in the Prehistoric Days. By reason of her marriage to a gentleman in power,
Delilah was acquainted with the gossip of the hour;
And many little secrets, of the half-official kind,
Were whispered to Delilah, and she bore them all in mind. She patronized extensively a man, Ulysses Gunne,
Whose mode of earning money was a low and shameful one.
He wrote for certain papers, which, as everybody knows,
Is worse than serving in a shop or scaring off the crows. He praised her "queenly beauty" first; and, later on, he hinted
At the "vastness of her intellect" with compliment unstinted.
He went with her a-riding, and his love for her was such
That he lent her all his horses and—she galled them very much. One day, THEY brewed a secret of a fine financial sort;
It related to Appointments, to a Man and a Report.
'Twas almost worth the keeping,—only seven people knew it—
And Gunne rose up to seek the truth and patiently pursue it. It was a Viceroy's Secret, but—perhaps the wine was red—
Perhaps an Aged Councillor had lost his aged head—
Perhaps Delilah's eyes were bright—Delilah's whispers sweet—
The Aged Member told her what 'twere treason to repeat. Ulysses went a-riding, and they talked of love and flowers;
Ulysses went a-calling, and he called for several hours;
Ulysses went a-waltzing, and Delilah helped him dance—
Ulysses let the waltzes go, and waited for his chance. The summer sun was setting, and the summer air was still,
The couple went a-walking in the shade of Summer Hill.
The wasteful sunset faded out in Turkish-green and gold,
Ulysses pleaded softly, and— that bad Delilah told! Next morn, a startled Empire learnt the all-important news;
Next week, the Aged Councillor was shaking in his shoes.
Next month, I met Delilah and she did not show the least
Hesitation in affirming that Ulysses was a "beast."
We have another Viceroy now, those days are dead and done—
Of Delilah Aberyswith and most mean Ulysses Gunne!
What Happened Table of Contents Hurree Chunder Mookerjee, pride of Bow Bazaar,
Owner of a native press, "Barrishter-at-Lar,"
Waited on the Government with a claim to wear
Sabres by the bucketful, rifles by the pair. Then the Indian Government winked a wicked wink,
Said to Chunder Mookerjee: "Stick to pen and ink.
They are safer implements, but, if you insist,
We will let you carry arms wheresoe'er you list." Hurree Chunder Mookerjee sought the gunsmith and
Bought the tubes of Lancaster, Ballard, Dean, and Bland,
Bought a shiny bowie-knife, bought a town-made sword,
Jingled like a carriage-horse when he went abroad. But the Indian Government, always keen to please,
Also gave permission to horrid men like these—
Yar Mahommed Yusufzai, down to kill or steal,
Chimbu Singh from Bikaneer, Tantia the Bhil; Killar Khan the Marri chief, Jowar Singh the Sikh,
Nubbee Baksh Punjabi Jat, Abdul Huq Rafiq—
He was a Wahabi; last, little Boh Hla-oo
Took advantage of the Act—took a Snider too. They were unenlightened men, Ballard knew them not.
They procured their swords and guns chiefly on the spot;
And the lore of centuries, plus a hundred fights,
Made them slow to disregard one another's rights. With a unanimity dear to patriot hearts
All those hairy gentlemen out of foreign parts
Said: "The good old days are back—let us go to war!"
Swaggered down the Grand Trunk Road into Bow Bazaar, Nubbee Baksh Punjabi Jat found a hide-bound flail;
Chimbu Singh from Bikaneer oiled his Tonk jezail;
Yar Mahommed Yusufzai spat and grinned with glee
As he ground the butcher-knife of the Khyberee. Jowar Singh the Sikh procured sabre, quoit, and mace,
Abdul Huq, Wahabi, jerked his dagger from its place,
While amid the jungle-grass danced and grinned and jabbered
Little Boh Hla-oo and cleared his dah-blade from the scabbard. What became of Mookerjee? Soothly, who can say?
Yar Mahommed only grins in a nasty way,
Jowar Singh is reticent, Chimbu Singh is mute.
But the belts of all of them simply bulge with loot. What became of Ballard's guns? Afghans black and grubby
Sell them for their silver weight to the men of Pubbi;
And the shiny bowie-knife and the town-made sword are
Hanging in a Marri camp just across the Border. What became of Mookerjee? Ask Mahommed Yar
Prodding Siva's sacred bull down the Bow Bazaar.
Speak to placid Nubbee Baksh—question land and sea—
Ask the Indian Congressmen—only don't ask me!
Pink Dominoes Table of Contents They are fools who kiss and tell"—
Wisely has the poet sung.
Man may hold all sorts of posts
If he'll only hold his tongue. Jenny and Me were engaged, you see,
On the eve of the Fancy Ball;
So a kiss or two was nothing to you
Or any one else at all. Jenny would go in a domino—
Pretty and pink but warm;
While I attended, clad in a splendid
Austrian uniform. Now we had arranged, through notes exchanged
Early that afternoon,
At Number Four to waltz no more,
But to sit in the dusk and spoon. I wish you to see that Jenny and Me
Had barely exchanged our troth;
So a kiss or two was strictly due
By, from, and between us both. When Three was over, an eager lover,
I fled to the gloom outside;
And a Domino came out also
Whom I took for my future bride. That is to say, in a casual way,
I slipped my arm around her;
With a kiss or two (which is nothing to you),
And ready to kiss I found her. She turned her head and the name she said
Was certainly not my own;
But ere I could speak, with a smothered shriek
She fled and left me alone. Then Jenny came, and I saw with shame
She'd doffed her domino;
And I had embraced an alien waist—
But I did not tell her so. Next morn I knew that there were two
Dominoes pink, and one
Had cloaked the spouse of Sir Julian House,
Our big Political gun. Sir J. was old, and her hair was gold,
And her eye was a blue cerulean;
And the name she said when she turned her head
Was not in the least like "Julian."
The Man Who Could Write Table of Contents Shun—shun the Bowl! That fatal, facile drink
Has ruined many geese who dipped their quills in 't;
Bribe, murder, marry, but steer clear of Ink
Save when you write receipts for paid-up bills in 't. There may be silver in the "blue-black"—all
I know of is the iron and the gall. Boanerges Blitzen, servant of the Queen,
Is a dismal failure—is a Might-have-been.
In a luckless moment he discovered men
Rise to high position through a ready pen.
Boanerges Blitzen argued therefore—"I,
With the selfsame weapon, can attain as high."
Only he did not possess when he made the trial,
Wicked wit of C-lv-n, irony of L—l. [Men who spar with Government need, to back their blows,
Something more than ordinary journalistic prose.] Never young Civilian's prospects were so bright,
Till an Indian paper found that he could write:
Never young Civilian's prospects were so dark,
When the wretched Blitzen wrote to make his mark.
Certainly he scored it, bold, and black, and firm,
In that Indian paper—made his seniors squirm,
Quoted office scandals, wrote the tactless truth—
Was there ever known a more misguided youth?
When the Rag he wrote for praised his plucky game,
Boanerges Blitzen felt that this was Fame;
When the men he wrote of shook their heads and swore,
Boanerges Blitzen only wrote the more: Posed as Young Ithuriel, resolute and grim,
Till he found promotion didn't come to him;
Till he found that reprimands weekly were his lot,
And his many Districts curiously hot. Till he found his furlough strangely hard to win,
Boanerges Blitzen didn't care to pin:
Then it seemed to dawn on him something wasn't right—
Boanerges Blitzen put it down to "spite"; Languished in a District desolate and dry;
Watched the Local Government yearly pass him by;
Wondered where the hitch was; called it most unfair. * * * That was seven years ago—and he still is there! Municipal Table of Contents "Why is my District death-rate low?"
Said Binks of Hezabad.
"Well, drains, and sewage-outfalls are
"My own peculiar fad. "I learnt a lesson once, It ran
"Thus," quoth that most veracious man:— It was an August...