Rudyard Kipling (Редьярд Киплинг)
A Song of the White Men
1899 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. We have drunk that cup--and a bitter, bitter cup-- And tossed the dregs away. But well for the world when the White Men drink To the dawn of the White Man's day! Now, this is the road that the White Men tread When they go to clean a land-- Iron underfoot and levin overhead And the deep on either hand. We have trod that road--and a wet and windy road-- Our chosen star for guide. Oh, well for the world when the White Men tread Their highway side by side!
Rudyard Kipling’s other poems:
- Последние из Лёгкой бригады • The Last of the Light Brigade
- Стихи о спортивных играх для «Альманаха двенадцати видов спорта» У. Ни-кольсона, 1898 г. • Verses on Games. To “An Almanack of Twelve Sports” by W. Nicholson, 1898
- The Declaration of London
- Then We Brought the Lances
- Brookland Road
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