The Jungle Book / Rudyard Kipling

Title: The Jungle Book 

Author: Rudyard Kipling 

Subjects: Fiction; Classic; Children; Adventure

Its a collection of stories from jungle in India. Its a story about Mowgli. Its a story about animals and jungle.

When Earth's Last Picture Is Painted / Rudyard Kipling

When Earth's last picture is painted

And the tubes are twisted and dried

When the oldest colors have faded

And the youngest critic has died

We shall rest, and faith, we shall need it

Lie down for an aeon or two

'Till the Master of all good workmen

Shall put us to work anew

Tommy / Rudyard Kipling

I went into a public-'ouse to get a pint o' beer,

The publican 'e up an' sez, "We serve no red-coats here."

The girls be'ind the bar they laughed an' giggled fit to die,

I outs into the street again an' to myself sez I:

O it's Tommy this, an' Tommy that, an' "Tommy, go away";

But it's "Thank you, Mister Atkins", when the band begins to play,

The band begins to play, my boys, the band begins to play,

O it's "Thank you, Mister Atkins", when the band begins to play.

To Wolcott Balestier / Rudyard Kipling

Beyond the path of the outmost sun through utter darkness hurled --

Further than ever comet flared or vagrant star-dust swirled --

Live such as fought and sailed and ruled and loved and made our world.

They are purged of pride because they died, they know the worth of their bays,

They sit at wine with the Maidens Nine and the Gods of the Elder Days,

It is their will to serve or be still as fitteth our Father's praise.

White Man's Burden: The United States and The Philippine Islands / Rudyard Kipling

Take up the White Man's burden--

Send forth the best ye breed--

Go, bind your sons to exile

To serve your captives' need;

To wait, in heavy harness,

On fluttered folk and wild--

Your new-caught sullen peoples,

Half devil and half child.

The Vampire / Rudyard Kipling

A fool there was and he made his prayer

(Even as you or 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 or I!)

The Sons Of Martha / Rudyard Kipling

The Sons of Mary seldom bother, for they have inherited that good part;

But the Sons of Martha favour their Mother of the careful soul and the troubled heart. 

And because she lost her temper once, and because she was rude to the Lord her Guest,

Her Sons must wait upon Mary's Sons, world without end, reprieve, or rest. 

The Song Of The Dead / Rudyard Kipling

Hear now the Song of the Dead -- in the North by the torn berg-edges --

They that look still to the Pole, asleep by their hide-stripped sledges.

Song of the Dead in the South -- in the sun by their skeleton horses,

Where the warrigal whimpers and bays through the dust

of the sear river-courses.

The Power Of The Dog / Rudyard Kipling

There is sorrow enough in the natural way

From men and women to fill our day;

And when we are certain of sorrow in store,

Why do we always arrange for more?

Brothers and Sisters, I bid you beware

Of giving your heart to a dog to tear. 

The Miracles / Rudyard Kipling

I sent a message to my dear --

A thousand leagues and more to Her --

The dumb sea-levels thrilled to hear,

And Lost Atlantis bore to Her.

The Lost Legion / Rudyard Kipling

There's a Legion that never was 'listed,

That carries no colours or crest,

But, split in a thousand detachments,

Is breaking the road for the rest.

Our fathers they left us their blessing --

They taught us, and groomed us, and crammed;

But we've shaken the Clubs and the Messes

To go and find out and be damned

(Dear boys!),

To go and get shot and be damned.

The Legend Of Evil / Rudyard Kipling

I

This is the sorrowful story

Told when the twilight fails

And the monkeys walk together

Holding their neighbours' tails: --

The Gods Of The Copybook Headings / Rudyard Kipling

As I pass through my incarnations in every age and race, I make my proper

prostrations to the Gods of the Market-Place.

Peering through reverent fingers I watch them flourish and fall,

And the Gods of the Copybook Headings, I notice, outlast them all.

The Female Of The Species / Rudyard Kipling

When the Himalayan peasant meets the he-bear in his pride,

He shouts to scare the monster who will often turn aside.

But the she-bear thus accosted rends the peasant tooth and nail,

For the female of the species is more deadly than the male. 

The Explanation / Rudyard Kipling

Love and Death once ceased their strife

At the Tavern of Man's Life.

Called for wine, and threw -- alas! --

Each his quiver on the grass.

When the bout was o'er they found

Mingled arrows strewed the ground.

Hastily they gathered then

Each the loves and lives of men.

The Disciple / Rudyard Kipling

He that hath a Gospel

To loose upon Mankind,

Though he serve it utterly--

Body, soul and mind--

Though he go to Calvary

Daily for its gain--

It is His Disciple

Shall make his labour vain.

The Ballad Of East And West / Rudyard Kipling

Oh, East is East, and West is West, and never the twain shall meet,

Till Earth and Sky stand presently at God's great Judgment Seat;

But there is neither East nor West, Border, nor Breed, nor Birth,

When two strong men stand face to face,

tho' they come from the ends of the earth!

The Answer / Rudyard Kipling

A Rose, in tatters on the garden path,

Cried out to God and murmured 'gainst His Wrath,

Because a sudden wind at twilight's hush

Had snapped her stem alone of all the bush.

And God, Who hears both sun-dried dust and sun,

Had pity, whispering to that luckless one,

"Sister, in that thou sayest We did not well --

What voices heardst thou when thy petals fell?"

Soldier, Soldier / Rudyard Kipling

"Soldier, soldier come from the wars,

Why don't you march with my true love?"

"We're fresh from off the ship an' 'e's maybe give the slip,

An' you'd best go look for a new love."

New love! True love!

Best go look for a new love,

The dead they cannot rise, an' you'd better dry your eyes,

An' you'd best go look for a new love.

Screw-guns / Rudyard Kipling

Smokin' my pipe on the mountings, sniffin' the mornin' cool,

I walks in my old brown gaiters along o' my old brown mule,

With seventy gunners be'ind me, an' never a beggar forgets

It's only the pick of the Army

that handles the dear little pets -- 'Tss! 'Tss!

For you all love the screw-guns -- the screw-guns they all love you!

So when we call round with a few guns,

o' course you will know what to do -- hoo! hoo!