Rudyard Kipling

If I were hanged on the highest hill,
Mother o' mine, O mother o' mine!
I know read more

If I were hanged on the highest hill,
Mother o' mine, O mother o' mine!
I know whose love would follow me still,
Mother o' mine, O mother o' mine!

No printed word, nor spoken plea can teach young minds what they should be. Not all the books on all read more

No printed word, nor spoken plea can teach young minds what they should be. Not all the books on all the shelves – but what the teachers are themselves.

Too much work and too much energy kill a man just as effectively as too much assorted vice or too read more

Too much work and too much energy kill a man just as effectively as too much assorted vice or too much drink

All the people like us are we, And everyone else is They.

All the people like us are we, And everyone else is They.

'Ave you 'eard o' the Widow at Windsor
With a hairy old crown on 'er 'ead?
She read more

'Ave you 'eard o' the Widow at Windsor
With a hairy old crown on 'er 'ead?
She 'as ships on the foam--she 'as millions at 'ome,
An' she pays us poor beggars in red.