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Há 2 dias · A Smuggler's Song. If you wake at midnight, and hear a horse's feet, Don't go drawing back the blind, or looking in the street. Them that ask no questions isn't told a lie. Watch the wall, my darling, while the Gentlemen go by! Five and twenty ponies, Trotting through the dark-. Brandy for the Parson,
Há 4 dias · Joseph Rudyard Kipling ( RUD-yərd; 30 December 1865 – 18 January 1936) was an English novelist, short-story writer, poet, and journalist. He was born in British India, which inspired much of his work. Kipling's works of fiction include the Jungle Book dilogy (The Jungle Book, 1894; The Second Jungle Book, 1895), Kim (1901), the Just So ...
Há 3 dias · Brothers and Sisters, I bid you beware. Of giving your heart to a dog to tear. Buy a pup and your money will buy. Love unflinching that cannot lie--. Perfect passion and worship fed. By a kick in the ribs or a pat on the head. Nevertheless it is hardly fair. To risk your heart for a dog to tear.
Há 3 dias · If you find him before the other. Nine nundred and ninety-nine depend. On what the world sees in you, But the Thousandth man will stand your friend. With the whole round world agin you. 'Tis neither promise nor prayer nor show. Will settle the finding for 'ee. Nine hundred and ninety-nine of 'em go. By your looks, or your acts, or your glory.
Há 2 dias · The Ballad Of East And West. 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!
Há 2 dias · A POESIA DE PEDRO AMÉRICO DE FARIAS*. folhas mortas. Canta e dança, Clarice! dança e canta, Clarice! *Pedro Américo de Farias nasceu em Ouricuri (PE). De origem camponesa, filho de pais cearenses, nono entre catorze irmãos. Gradou-se em letras e pós graduou-se em educação, foi professor no ensino médio, livreiro-sebista, dedicou-se aos ...
Há 3 dias · Where is the power that made your pride? Brother, it ebbs from my flank and side. Where is the haste that ye hurry by? Brother, I go to my lair to die! What of the hunting, hunter bold? Brother, the watch was long and cold. What of the quarry ye went to kill? Brother, he crops in the jungle still. Where is th.
