Title: The Jungle Book  Author: Rudyard Kipling  Subjects: Fiction; Classic; Children; Adventure Its a collection of stories f...

When Earth's last picture is painted And the tubes are twisted and dried When the oldest colors have faded And the youngest crit...

I went into a public-'ouse to get a pint o' beer, The publican 'e up an' sez, "We serve no red-coats here." ...

Beyond the path of the outmost sun through utter darkness hurled -- Further than ever comet flared or vagrant star-dust swirled -- Liv...

Take up the White Man's burden-- Send forth the best ye breed-- Go, bind your sons to exile To serve your captives' need...

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...

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 a...

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 ...

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 ...

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...

There's a Legion that never was 'listed, That carries no colours or crest, But, split in a thousand detachments, Is breaking...

I This is the sorrowful story Told when the twilight fails And the monkeys walk together Holding their neighbours' tails: --

As I pass through my incarnations in every age and race, I make my proper prostrations to the Gods of the Market-Place. Peering throug...

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 ...

Love and Death once ceased their strife At the Tavern of Man's Life. Called for wine, and threw -- alas! -- Each his quiver on t...

He that hath a Gospel To loose upon Mankind, Though he serve it utterly-- Body, soul and mind-- Though he go to Calvary Daily fo...

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;...

A Rose, in tatters on the garden path, Cried out to God and murmured 'gainst His Wrath, Because a sudden wind at twilight's hu...

"Soldier, soldier come from the wars, Why don't you march with my true love?" "We're fresh from off the ship an...

Smokin' my pipe on the mountings, sniffin' the mornin' cool, I walks in my old brown gaiters along o' my old brown mule,...