is soundtracked by a recitation of Rudyard Kipling’s poem Boots. No music track could be more unsettling nor discordant, and few could have captured the collective online imagination the way ...

Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet, Lest we forget - lest we forget! The tumult and the shouting dies; The captains and the kings depart: An humble and a contrite heart.

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.

If standing outside to hoot and holler at midnight isn't your cup of tea, the Rudyard Kipling will offer *** unique blend of deep South music and food. Henry Wood didn't play in the blues ...

Thank you for reporting this station. We will review the data in question. You are about to report this weather station for bad data. Please select the information that is incorrect.

Kipling, but you just don’t know how to use the English language,” wrote ... then there would’ve never been a lot of novels, poems, etc. The fear of publishing a not-best-selling book or ...

Thank you for reporting this station. We will review the data in question. You are about to report this weather station for bad data. Please select the information that is incorrect.