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The Hyaenas

  …from the quills of the dead white poets Rudyard Kipling (1865 – 1936) After the burial-parties leave And the baffled kites have fled; The wise hyaenas come out at eve To take account of our dead. How he died … Continue reading

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Dane-Geld

…from the quills of the dead white poets Rudyard Kipling (1865 – 1936) It is always a temptation to an armed and agile nation To call upon a neighbour and to say: – “We invaded you last night–we are quite … Continue reading

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The Power of the Dog

…from the quills of the dead white poets Rudyard Kipling (1865 – 1936) 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 … Continue reading

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The Flag of England

…from the quills of the dead white poets Rudyard Kipling (1865 – 1936) Above the portico a flag-staff, bearing the Union Jack, remained fluttering in the flames for some time, but ultimately when it fell the crowds rent the air … Continue reading

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If

…from the quills of the dead white poets Rudyard Kipling (1865 – 1936) If you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you; If you can trust yourself when all men doubt … Continue reading

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The Lost Legion

  …from the quills of the dead white poets Rudyard Kipling (1865 – 1936) 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. … Continue reading

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