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Rudyard Kipling – If – MP3 – Audiobook


EText-No. 23967 Title: If Author: Kipling, Rudyard, 1865-1936 Language: English Link: 2/3/9/6/23967/mp3/23967-01.mp3 Link: 2/3/9/6/23967/mp3/23967-02.mp3 Link: 2/3/9/6/23967/mp3/23967-03.mp3 Link: 2/3/9/6/23967/mp3/23967-04.mp3 Link: 2/3/9/6/23967/mp3/23967-05.mp3 Link: 2/3/9/6/23967/mp3/23967-06.mp3 Link: 2/3/9/6/23967/mp3/23967-07.mp3 Link: 2/3/9/6/23967/mp3/23967-08.mp3 Link: 2/3/9/6/23967/mp3/23967-09.mp3 Link: 2/3/9/6/23967/mp3/23967-10.mp3 Link: 2/3/9/6/23967/mp3/23967-11.mp3 Link: 2/3/9/6/23967/mp3/23967-12.mp3 Link: 2/3/9/6/23967/mp3/23967-13.mp3 Link: 2/3/9/6/23967/mp3/23967-14.mp3 Link: 2/3/9/6/23967/mp3/23967-15.mp3 Link: 2/3/9/6/23967/mp3/23967-16.mp3 Link: 2/3/9/6/23967/mp3/23967-17.mp3 EText-No. 23967 Title: If Author: Kipling, Rudyard, 1865-1936 Language: English Link: [...]

Rudyard Kipling – An Almanac of Twelve Sports


Cricket. Thank God who made the British Isles And taught me how to play, I do not worship crocodiles Or bow the knee to clay! Give me a willow wand and I, With hide and cork and twine, From century to century Will gambol round my Shrine. EText-No. 34113 Title: An Almanac of Twelve Sports [...]

Rudyard Kipling – American Notes


In an issue of the London World in April, 1890, there appeared the following paragraph: “Two small rooms connected by a tiny hall afford sufficient space to contain Mr. Rudyard Kipling, the literary hero of the present hour, ‘the man who came from nowhere,’ as he says himself, and who a year ago was consciously [...]

Rudyard Kipling – Actions and Reactions


It came without warning, at the very hour his hand was outstretched to crumple the Holz and Gunsberg Combine. The New York doctors called it overwork, and he lay in a darkened room, one ankle crossed above the other, tongue pressed into palate, wondering whether the next brain-surge of prickly fires would drive his soul [...]

Rudyard Kipling – A Song of the English


Our brows are bound with spindrift and the weed is on our knees; Our loins are battered ’neath us by the swinging, smoking seas. From reef and rock and skerry—over headland ness, and voe— The Coastwise Lights of England watch the ships of England go! Through the endless summer evenings, on the lineless, level floors; [...]