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Há 1 dia · The Sack Of The Gods. I was Lord of the Inca race, and she was Queen of the Sea. Hotly we stormed Valhalla, a million years ago! He opens the eyes that are blind with hate, he joins the hands of foes. Wrecks of our wrath dropped reeling down as we fought and we spurned and we strove. The night that we stormed Valhalla, a million years ago!
8 de mai. de 2024 · May 8, 2024. 5 minutes. british india, rudyard kipling. Every March, when rhododendrons stain their slopes crimson with their blooms, a sturdy little steam engine goes huffing and puffing through the 103 tunnels between Kalka and Shimla, in the north of India. This is probably the most picturesque and romantic way of approaching the hill station.
19 de mai. de 2024 · Sappers. When the Waters were dried an' the Earth did appear, ("It's all one," says the Sapper), The Lord He created the Engineer, Her Majesty 's Royal Engineer, With the rank and pay of a Sapper! When the Flood come along for an extra monsoon, 'Twas Noah constructed the first pontoon. To the plans of Her Majesty's, etc.
Há 4 dias · The Explorer. "There's no sense in going further --. it's the edge of cultivation," So they said, and I believed it --. broke my land and sowed my crop --. Built my barns and strung my fences. in the little border station. Tucked away below the foothills. where the trails run out and stop.
Há 1 dia · Eddi preached them The World, Till the gale blew off on the marshes. And the windows showed the day, And the Ox and the Ass together. Wheeled and clattered away. And when the Saxons mocked him, Said Eddi of Manhood End, "I dare not shut His chapel. On such as care to attend."
Há 4 dias · Plunder of earth shall be all his own. Who travels the fastest and travels alone. Wherefore the more ye be helpen-.en and stayed, Stayed by a friend in the hour of toil, Sing the heretical song I have made--. His be the labour and yours be the spoil. Win by his aid and the aid disown--. He travels the fastest who travels alone! Rudyard Kipling.
Há 4 dias · Ye say the quest is vain. Ye have not seen my foe. Ye have not told his slain. Surely he fights again, again; But when ye prove his line, There shall come to your aid my broken blade. In the last, lost fight of mine! And here is my lance to mend (Haro!), And here is my horse to be shot!
