All of these are from Rudyard Kipling:
"Captain, they cry, the fight is done,
"They bid you send your sword."
And he answered, "Grapple her stern and bow.
"They have asked for the steel. They shall have it now;
"Out cutlasses and board!"
-- The Ballad of the "Clampherdown" (ironically, Kipling later admitted he was being sarcastic when he wrote this poem)
"Whether ye rise for the sake of a creed,
Or riot in hope of spoil,
Equally will I punish the deed,
Equally check the broil;
Nowise permitting injustice at all
From whatever doctrine it springs --
But -- whether ye follow Priapus or Paul,
I care for none of these things!"
-- Gallio's Song
Ever 'neath high Valhalla Hall the well-tuned horns begin,
When the swords are out in the underworld, and the weary Gods come in.
Ever through high Valhalla Gate the Patient Angel goes.
He opens the eyes that are blind with hate--he joins the hands of foes.
-- The Sack of the Gods
He never wasted a leaf or a tree. Do you think He would squander souls?
-- The Sack of the Gods
Is the torrent in spate? He must ford it or swim.
Has the rain wrecked the road? He must climb by the cliff.
Does the tempest cry halt? What are tempests to him?
The service admits not a "but" or an "if."
While the breath's in his mouth, he must bear without fail,
In the Name of the Empress, the Overland Mail.
-- The Overland Mail
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Big Brother is watching you. And damn, you are so bloody BORING.
"Captain, they cry, the fight is done,
"They bid you send your sword."
And he answered, "Grapple her stern and bow.
"They have asked for the steel. They shall have it now;
"Out cutlasses and board!"
-- The Ballad of the "Clampherdown" (ironically, Kipling later admitted he was being sarcastic when he wrote this poem)
"Whether ye rise for the sake of a creed,
Or riot in hope of spoil,
Equally will I punish the deed,
Equally check the broil;
Nowise permitting injustice at all
From whatever doctrine it springs --
But -- whether ye follow Priapus or Paul,
I care for none of these things!"
-- Gallio's Song
Ever 'neath high Valhalla Hall the well-tuned horns begin,
When the swords are out in the underworld, and the weary Gods come in.
Ever through high Valhalla Gate the Patient Angel goes.
He opens the eyes that are blind with hate--he joins the hands of foes.
-- The Sack of the Gods
He never wasted a leaf or a tree. Do you think He would squander souls?
-- The Sack of the Gods
Is the torrent in spate? He must ford it or swim.
Has the rain wrecked the road? He must climb by the cliff.
Does the tempest cry halt? What are tempests to him?
The service admits not a "but" or an "if."
While the breath's in his mouth, he must bear without fail,
In the Name of the Empress, the Overland Mail.
-- The Overland Mail
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Big Brother is watching you. And damn, you are so bloody BORING.