Rudyard Kipling (30 December 1865 – 18 January 1936 / Bombay)
Poems of Rudyard Kipling
|461.||The Sing-Song of Old Man Kangaroo||1/3/2003|
|462.||The Song at Cock-Crow||1/3/2003|
|463.||The Song Of The Banjo||12/31/2002|
|464.||The Song OF The Cities||12/31/2002|
|465.||The Song Of The Dead||12/31/2002|
|466.||The Song of the English||1/3/2003|
|467.||The Song of the Little Hunter||12/31/2002|
|468.||The Song of the Old Guard||12/31/2002|
|469.||The Song OF The Sons||12/31/2002|
|470.||The Song of the Women||12/31/2002|
|471.||The Songs of the Lathes||12/31/2002|
|472.||The Sons of Martha||12/31/2002|
|473.||The Spies' March||12/31/2002|
|474.||The Spring Running||1/3/2003|
|475.||The Storm Cone||3/29/2010|
|476.||The Story Of Ung||12/31/2002|
|477.||The Story of Uriah||12/31/2002|
|480.||The Thorkild's Song||12/31/2002|
The First Chantey
Mine was the woman to me, darkling I found her;
Haling her dumb from the camp, took her and bound her.
Hot rose her tribe on our track ere I had proved her;
Hearing her laugh in the gloom, greatly I loved her.
Swift through the forest we ran; none stood to guard us,
Few were my people and far; then the flood barred us --
Him we call Son of the Sea, sullen and swollen.
Panting we waited the death, stealer and stolen.