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- Herausgeber: DigiCat
- Kategorie: Sachliteratur, Reportagen, Biografien
- Sprache: Englisch
- Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2022
Rudyard Kipling's 'Songs from Books' is a collection of poems that showcases the author's versatile literary style and keen observations on life. The poems in this book are deeply rooted in Kipling's experiences as a writer and traveler, offering readers a glimpse into his unique perspective on society, nature, and the human condition. The poems range from playful and whimsical to profound and thought-provoking, highlighting Kipling's ability to convey complex emotions with simple yet powerful language. 'Songs from Books' is a captivating blend of storytelling and verse, making it a timeless classic in the world of literature.
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Songs from Books
Table of Contents
PREFACE
I have collected in this volume practically all the verses and chapter-headings scattered through my books. In several cases where only a few lines of verse were originally used, I have given in full the song, etc., from which they were taken.
RUDYARD KIPLING.
'CITIES AND THRONES AND POWERS'
_Cities and Thrones and Powers, Stand in Time's eye, Almost as long as flowers, Which daily die. But, as new buds put forth To glad new men, Out of the spent and unconsidered Earth, The Cities rise again.
This season's Daffodil, She never hears, What change, what chance, what chill, Cut down last year's: But with bold countenance, And knowledge small, Esteems her seven days' continuance To be perpetual.
So Time that is o'er-kind, To all that be, Ordains us e'en as blind, As bold as she: That in our very death, And burial sure, Shadow to shadow, well persuaded, saith, 'See how our works endure!'_
INDEX TO FIRST LINES
PAGE About the time that taverns shut, 279 A farmer of the Augustan Age, 89 After the sack of the City, when Rome was sunk to a name, 256 All day long to the judgment-seat, 86 All the world over, nursing their scars, 138 Alone upon the housetops to the North, 234 And if ye doubt the tale I tell, 136 'And some are sulky, while some will plunge', 32 And they were stronger hands than mine, 235 As Adam lay a-dreaming beneath the Apple Tree, 301 As the dawn was breaking the Sambhur belled, 294 A stone's throw out on either hand, 34 At the hole where he went in, 249
Beat off in our last fight were we?, 79 Because I sought it far from men, 80 Bees! Bees! Hark to your bees!, 172 Before my spring I garnered autumn's gain, 135 Between the waving tufts of jungle-grass, 133 By the Hoof of the Wild Goat uptossed, 217
China-going P. and O.'s, 189 Cities and Thrones and Powers, vii Cry 'Murder' in the market-place, and each, 31
Dark children of the mere and marsh, 133
Eddi, priest of St. Wilfrid, 45 Ere Mor the Peacock flutters, ere the Monkey People cry, 204 Excellent herbs had our fathers of old, 127 Eyes aloft, over dangerous places, 228
For a season there must be pain, 200 For our white and our excellent nights—for the nights of swift running, 248 For the sake of him who showed, 56 From the wheel and the drift of Things, 202
'Gold is for the mistress—silver for the maid', 36 Go, stalk the red deer o'er the heather, 31
Harry, our King in England, from London town is gone, 272 He drank strong waters and his speech was coarse, 35 Here come I to my own again, 151 Here we go in a flung festoon, 92 His spots are the joy of the Leopard: his horns are the Buffalo's pride, 245 'How far is St. Helena from a little child at play?', 66
I am the land of their fathers, 1 I am the Most Wise Baviaan, saying in most wise tones, 184 I closed and drew for my love's sake, 17 'If I have taken the common clay', 84 If I were hanged on the highest hill, 237 I followed my Duke ere I was a lover, 19 If Thought can reach to Heaven, 170 If you can keep your head when all about you, 149 If you wake at midnight, and hear a horse's feet, 269 I have been given my charge to keep, 50 I keep six honest serving-men, 185 I know not in Whose hands are laid, 154 I met my mates in the morning (and oh, but I am old!), 161 I'm just in love with all these three, 8 In the daytime, when she moved about me, 34 'I see the grass shake in the sun for leagues on either hand', 28 I tell this tale, which is strictly true, 266 It was not in the open fight, 33 I've never sailed the Amazon, 188 I was very well pleased with what I knowed, 10 I will let loose against you the fleet-footed vines, 241 I will remember what I was, I am sick of rope and chain, 251
Jubal sang of the Wrath of God, 112
Land of our Birth, we pledge to thee, 143 'Less you want your toes trod off you'd better get back at once', 138 'Let us now praise famous men', 116 Life's all getting and giving, 215 Look, you have cast out Love! What Gods are these, 30
Man goes to Man! Cry the challenge through the Jungle!, 249 Mithras, God of the Morning, our trumpets waken the Wall!, 52 Much I owe to the Land that grew, 159 My Brother kneels, so saith Kabir, 303 My father's father saw it not, 96 My new-cut ashlar takes the light, 43
Neither the harps nor the crowns amused, nor the cherubs' dove-winged races, 174 Not though you die to-night, O Sweet, and wail, 32 Not with an outcry to Allah nor any complaining, 71 Now Chil the Kite brings home the night, 245 Now it is not good for the Christian's health to hustle the Aryan brown, 79 Now this is the Law of the Jungle—as old and as true as the sky, 120 Now we are come to our Kingdom, 15
Of all the trees that grow so fair, 21 Oh! hush thee, my baby, the night is behind us, 250 Oh, light was the world that he weighed in his hands!, 39 Oh, little did the Wolf-Child care, 243 Old Horn to All Atlantic said, 285
'Old Mother Laidinwool had nigh twelve months been dead', 179 Once a ripple came to land, 226 Once we feared The Beast—when he followed us we ran, 296 One man in a thousand, Solomon says, 62 One moment past our bodies cast, 223 Our Fathers in a wondrous age, 130 Our gloves are stiff with the frozen blood, 292 Our Lord Who did the Ox command, 41 Our sister sayeth such and such, 232 Over the edge of the purple down, 198
Pit where the buffalo cooled his hide, 35 Prophets have honour all over the Earth, 111 Pussy can sit by the fire and sing, 190
Queen Bess was Harry's daughter. Stand forward partners all!, 193
Ride with an idle whip, ride with an unused heel, 33 Rome never looks where she treads, 98 Roses red and roses white, 225
See you the ferny ride that steals, 3 She dropped the bar, she shot the bolt, she fed the fire anew, 238 Shiv, who poured the harvest and made the winds to blow, 48 Shove off from the wharf-edge! Steady!, 219 Singer and tailor am I, 299 So we settled it all when the storm was done, 83 'Stopped in the straight when the race was his own!', 31 Strangers drawn from the ends of the earth, jewelled and plumed were we, 12
Take of English earth as much, 26 Tell it to the locked-up trees, 24 The beasts are very wise, 143 The Camel's hump is an ugly lump, 182 The Celt in all his variants from Builth to Ballyhoo, 73 The doors were wide, the story saith, 135 The gull shall whistle in his wake, the blind wave break in fire, 114 The lark will make her hymn to God, 84 The Law whereby my lady moves, 230 The night we felt the earth would move, 253 The People of the Eastern Ice, they are melting like the snow, 252 There are three degrees of bliss, 156 There is pleasure in the wet, wet clay, 81 There is sorrow enough in the natural way, 168 There runs a road by Merrow Down, 176 There's a convict more in the Central Jail, 137 There's no wind along these seas, 290 There was a strife 'twixt man and maid, 81 There was never a Queen like Balkis, 191 There were three friends that buried the fourth, 85 These are the Four that are never content, that have never been filled since the Dews began, 248 These were my companions going forth by night, 69 The Stranger within my gate, 100 The stream is shrunk—the pool is dry, 246 The torn boughs trailing o'er the tusks aslant, 133 The Weald is good, the Downs are best, 9 The wind took off with the sunset, 254 The wolf-cub at even lay hid in the corn, 84 The World hath set its heavy yoke, 32 They burnt a corpse upon the sand, 33 They killed a child to please the Gods, 132 They shut the road through the woods, 6 This I saw when the rites were done, 79 This is the mouth-filling song of the race that was run by a Boomer, 186 Three things make earth unquiet, 124 Thrones, Powers, Dominions, Peoples, Kings, 94 To-night, God knows what thing shall tide, 34 To the Heavens above us, 164
Unto whose use the pregnant suns are poised, 136
Valour and Innocence, 196 Veil them, cover them, wall them round, 247
We be the Gods of the East, 82 We lent to Alexander the strength of Hercules, 145 We meet in an evil land, 78 What is a woman that you forsake her, 60 What is the moral? Who rides may read, 64 What of the hunting, hunter bold?, 247 'What's that that hirples at my side?', 283 When a lover hies abroad, 81 When first by Eden Tree, 140 When I left home for Lalage's sake, 102 When the cabin port-holes are dark and green, 182 When the drums begin to beat, 288 When the Earth was sick and the Skies were grey, 30 When the Great Ark, in Vigo Bay, 109 When the robust and Brass-bound Man commissioned first for sea, 263 When the water's countenance, 277 When ye say to Tabaqui, 'My Brother!' when ye call the Hyena to meat, 252 Where's the lamp that Hero lit 157 Who gives him the Bath? 54 Who knows the heart of the Christian? How does he reason? 75
Yet at the last, ere our spearmen had found him 85 You mustn't swim till you're six weeks old 250 Your jar of Virginny 105 Your tiercel's too long at hack, Sir. He's no eyass 206
THE RECALL
I am the land of their fathers. In me the virtue stays. I will bring back my children, After certain days.
Under their feet in the grasses My clinging magic runs. They shall return as strangers, They shall remain as sons.
Over their heads in the branches Of their new-bought, ancient trees, I weave an incantation And draw them to my knees.
Scent of smoke in the evening. Smell of rain in the night, The hours, the days and the seasons, Order their souls aright;
Till I make plain the meaning Of all my thousand years— Till I fill their hearts with knowledge. While I fill their eyes with tears.
PUCK'S SONG
See you the ferny ride that steals Into the oak-woods far? O that was whence they hewed the keels That rolled to Trafalgar.
And mark you where the ivy clings To Bayham's mouldering walls? O there we cast the stout railings That stand around St. Paul's.
See you the dimpled track that runs All hollow through the wheat? O that was where they hauled the guns That smote King Philip's fleet.
Out of the Weald, the secret Weald, Men sent in ancient years, The horse-shoes red at Flodden Field, The arrows at Poitiers.
See you our little mill that clacks, So busy by the brook? She has ground her corn and paid her tax Ever since Domesday Book.
See you our stilly woods of oak? And the dread ditch beside? O that was where the Saxons broke On the day that Harold died.
See you the windy levels spread About the gates of Rye? O that was where the Northmen fled, When Alfred's ships came by.
See you our pastures wide and lone, Where the red oxen browse? O there was a City thronged and known. Ere London boasted a house.
And see you, after rain, the trace Of mound and ditch and wall? O that was a Legion's camping-place, When Cæsar sailed from Gaul.
And see you marks that show and fade, Like shadows on the Downs? O they are the lines the Flint Men made, To guard their wondrous towns.
Trackway and Camp and City lost, Salt Marsh where now is corn; Old Wars, old Peace, old Arts that cease, And so was England born!
She is not any common Earth, Water or wood or air, But Merlin's Isle of Gramarye, Where you and I will fare.
THE WAY THROUGH THE WOODS
They shut the road through the woods Seventy years ago. Weather and rain have undone it again, And now you would never know There was once a road through the woods Before they planted the trees. It is underneath the coppice and heath, And the thin anemones. Only the keeper sees That, where the ring-dove broods. And the badgers roll at ease, There was once a road through the woods.
Yet, if you enter the woods Of a summer evening late, When the night-air cools on the trout-ringed pools Where the otter whistles his mate. (They fear not men in the woods. Because they see so few) You will hear the beat of a horse's feet, And the swish of a skirt in the dew, Steadily cantering through The misty solitudes, As though they perfectly knew The old lost road through the woods … But there is no road through the woods!
A THREE-PART SONG
I'm just in love with all these three, The Weald and the Marsh and the Down countrie; Nor I don't know which I love the most, The Weald or the Marsh or the white chalk coast!
I've buried my heart in a ferny hill, Twix' a liddle low shaw an' a great high gill. Oh hop-bine yaller an' wood-smoke blue, I reckon you'll keep her middling true!
I've loosed my mind for to out and run On a Marsh that was old when Kings begun. Oh Romney Level and Brenzett reeds, I reckon you know what my mind needs!
I've given my soul to the Southdown grass, And sheep-bells tinkled where you pass. Oh Firle an' Ditchling an' sails at sea, I reckon you keep my soul for me!
THE RUN OF THE DOWNS
The Weald is good, the Downs are best—I'll give you the run of 'em, East to West. Beachy Head and Winddoor Hill, They were once and they are still, Firle, Mount Caburn and Mount Harry Go back as far as sums'll carry. Ditchling Beacon and Chanctonbury Ring, They have looked on many a thing, And what those two have missed between 'em I reckon Truleigh Hill has seen 'em. Highden, Bignor and Duncton Down Knew Old England before the Crown. Linch Down, Treyford and Sunwood Knew Old England before the Flood. And when you end on the Hampshire side— Butser's old as Time and Tide.The Downs are sheep, the Weald is corn,You be glad you are Sussex born!
BROOKLAND ROAD
I was very well pleased with what I knowed, I reckoned myself no fool— Till I met with a maid on the Brookland Road, That turned me back to school.
