Category Archives: Rudyard Kipling

The Beginnings

It was not part of their blood, It came to them very late, With long arrears to make good, When the Saxon began to hate. They were not easily moved, They were icy - willing to wait Till every count should be proved, Ere the Saxon began to hate. Their voices were even and low.…
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The Stranger Within My Gate

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…
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