“We are Forerunners. Guardians of all that exists. The roots of the Galaxy have grown deep under our careful tending. Where there is life, the wisdom of our countless generations has saturated the soil. Our strength is a luminous sun, towards which all intelligence blossoms… And the impervious shelter, beneath which it has prospered.”

The Rabbi’s Song by Rudyard Kipling

“The House Surgeon”–Actions and Reactions 2 Samuel XIV. 14. If Thought can reach to Heaven, On Heaven let it dwell, For fear the Thought be given Like power to reach to Hell. For fear the desolation And darkness of thy mind Perplex an habitation...

A Pict Song by Rudyard Kipling

(Speaking of walls and whether or not they work…) Rome never looks where she treads. Always her heavy hooves fall On our stomachs, our hearts or our heads; And Rome never heeds when we bawl. Her sentries pass on–that is all, And we gather behind them in...

The Stranger by Rudyard Kipling

The Stranger within my gate, He may be true or kind, But he does not talk my talk — I cannot feel his mind. I see the face and the eyes and the mouth, But not the soul behind. The men of my own stock They may do ill or well, But they tell the lies I am wonted to. They...

A Song of the White Men by Rudyard Kipling

Time for a spot of good old-fashioned poetry – written by a man with one of the greatest moustaches of all time: Now, this is the cup the White Men drink When they go to right a wrong, And that is the cup of the old world’s hate — Cruel and strained and strong....

The Wage-Slaves by Rudyard Kipling

Oh, glorious are the guarded heights Where guardian souls abide– Self-exiled from our gross delights– Above, beyond, outside: An ampler arc their spirit swings– Commands a juster view– We have their word for all these things, No doubt their...

The Explorer by Rudyard Kipling

“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...

England’s Answer by Rudyard Kipling

Truly ye come of The Blood; slower to bless than to ban; Little used to lie down at the bidding of any man. Flesh of the flesh that I bred, bone of the bone that I bare; Stark as your sons shall be — stern as your fathers were. Deeper than speech our love,...

Norman and Saxon by Rudyard Kipling

“My son,” said the Norman Baron, “I am dying, and you will be heir To all the broad acres in England that William gave me for share When he conquered the Saxon at Hastings, and a nice little handful it is. But before you go over to rule it I want you...

The Absent-Minded Beggar by Rudyard Kipling

In honour of all of the veterans who have fought and sacrificed for this country- and in protest of the disgraceful treatment of those same men by the very nation for which they gave all. When you’ve shouted ‘ Rule Britannia,’ when you’ve sung...
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